Texty: Love Lost But Not Forgotten. Headless, Sleeping Soundly.

Drag a chair across the floor
Scratch your name into the wood above my door
You really gave it your all, but you're finished here
You are finished here

I say to myself, I color like a virus
It's so fucking unhealthy
Wrapped up so cozy
I could easily go unaware

When I open up I spill over and over and over
My eyes burn like sores
So I keep them closed whenever I can