Texty: Jack Conte. Now That’s Sacred.

When you're gone, I'm fine, my heart won't unfold cuz I'm fine. My thoughts have more time to echo and soak and stain this space. I'm so fond of you, I miss you so, but I'm fine. When we surrender to worms, I hope you'll know I missed you well. I want to wake up next to you and make you scream. Now that's sacred