You're the teeth sinking in my skin
I'm the ghost underneath your bed
Bet our memories would fall adjacent
Of what happened well
What happened well.
Could this just be permanent
As if the sky would stop spinning
I'd get a second to find my grip
Get a second to find my grip
Get to sleep again
I hope your dreams are bigger
Than the void we've been filling
I'm a pale horse short on biddings
You're the scars still seeping in
I'm that thought in your empty bed
Bury everything cash out within
Bury everything cash out within

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