I wonder if the clothes on your floor weigh as much as what you carry around in your chest.
I've been waiting here for weeks and I can see it in the way you carry yourself.
So sink -- through my chest and float past my spine, far below the bed frame and out of my mind.
I've shut the door and I've blacked out your name.
You mean nothing anymore.
I'll keep the bed warm, but I sleep alone these days.
Your name like poison in my veins.
This is my hell.
Just watch me decay.
So sink -- through my chest and float past my spine, far below the bed frame and out of my mind.
I've shut the door and I've blacked out your name.
You mean nothing anymore.
Steady breathing through empty lungs.
I can't believe I wasted it all on you.

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