All of our friends say that you'll be back for harvest
Guess they can't hear the white noise between us
You can't repair something when you burnt it down like we did
You haven't checked in not once since you left
No phone call who's alive what's dead
Oh I still can't believe that I'm
this easy to leave
Sometimes I want my guitar too loud
Other times I just want a synthesizer
Now the only thing I want to hear is my own heart beating
My own heart
I can still feel the way your lips moved on my mouth
as I spent my days alone in our house
I never thought I never thought I never thought
Those sad songs could be for us
Did my gut every sense it was too good to be true
Did my brain fill in the blanks around you
Did my hands take clay and form the truth
That I showed
Sometimes I want my guitar too loud
Other times I just want a synthesizer
Now the only thing I want to hear is my own heart beating
My own heart beating
My own heart beating
My own heart
Sometimes I want my guitar too loud
And other nights I just want a synthesizer
But now the only thing I want to hear is my own heart
Is it beating
My own heart
Is it still is it still is it still
My own heart
Is it still is it still is it still
My own heart
Is it still is it still is it still
My own heart
Is it still is it still
