97th day and you called
******* the marrow off my bones again
Your voice was hoarse I recalled
Faded like your back as you moved and I stood
Stationary cause I know no step forward could
Make you look back and so I stood
Stationary like the sadness that eats me whole
Forgot to do the laundry again
Or maybe i didn't
There are traces of you on them
Is it wrong if I leave them there
Stationary with the scent of your cologne
But I don't wanna leave them there
Stationary with the rotten smell of another
No, you can't just come back
You don't have the keys anymore
Or maybe you can
Should I lend them to you
Go away, no, stay
I don't know, just go
What am I to you
What am I to you
I'm sorry I look **** I haven't been sleeping really
Please say I still look pretty
Are you here to apologize
I guess you should
I'm a mess, I'm sorry.
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC
97th day and you called
******* the marrow off my bones again
Your voice was hoarse I recalled
Faded like your back as you moved and I stood
Stationary cause I know no step forward could
Make you look back and so I stood
Stationary like the sadness that eats me whole
Forgot to do the laundry again
Or maybe i didn't
There are traces of you on them
Is it wrong if I leave them there
Stationary with the scent of your cologne
But I don't wanna leave them there
Stationary with the rotten smell of another
No, you can't just come back
You don't have the keys anymore
Or maybe you can
Should I lend them to you
Go away, no, stay
I don't know, just go
What am I to you
What am I to you
I'm sorry I look **** I haven't been sleeping really
Please say I still look pretty
Are you here to apologize
I guess you should
I'm a mess, I'm sorry.
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