Take me over
Take me under, let this go
Clouds are rolling in, this war is over
Please I’m coming home
6am, New England coast
Brooklyns on the balcony, the things I love the most
It’s midsummer, but I’m thinking about the snow
When the roads were slick and empty
But we all made it to the show
And I miss you
But I won’t let it get to me
At least not yet
Your nicotine in my lungs
My favorite way to come undone
Through the haze I can see it
The way that I need you
It’s my favorite thing that I’ve ever done
My best days, I’m not what you need
But it sucks to know that if you cut me open
I don’t think I’d bleed
And it’s midsummer, its noises in my head
You used to be everything
You’re a shadow in my bed