This addiction of mine
It has consumed me for the longest time

And then at once as sudden as he had left, he came back, and with him colour.

I inherited my mom's anger, and my dad's kind of laziness.

Yes, I deserve spring.

A day from you is far to many
My worn out heart is not yet ready
Tonight as I stood shivering on the dock
Tears on my cheeks, with every breath a cold fog
Horns were blaring as you were being taken by the tide
And I wonder if it’s possible to freeze inside

The walls knew,
My pillow too,
How much I missed you

Ask the ceiling then,
Ask the ceiling of my blank bedroom
How many times I have whispered your name at night