I lay in my bed
Barrying my face in pages of nonsense to take away my pain
I've lost you once again
I know any minute he'll walk into my from from a long night of french fries
Ill compose myself and read again
I play with my hair and come to the realization
I smell like him
French fries and insilen
That's all I've smelled like for a month
Sense the second we ended
Everything my hair my bed my clothes even my book
Everything smells of my distractions
I used to smell like menthol old spice and bo
I would live in the stench of you
My favorite smell in the world
The kind that brought you home
Brought you back to everything you used to be
A person walks past you with even a hint of you
Instint attraction
I follow that feeling
Feeling your hands on my hips
Your lips tickling my neck
I can feel that ting of energy go all the way to my toes
Nothing makes me feel as safe
As hurt
As much as myself as the stench of you
Bringing me home to my bed
My bed you used to share
Curled and linked as one
Now I can't smell a thing.