all my calls are going to voicemail
you don’t pick up the phone, you don’t show up where you’re supposed to be
I have flashbacks of train tracks and flatlining machines
want to run my hands through your hair
let my lips tell you that I’m here, I’m right here as they’re pressed against yours
The monster in my head is whispering
The same one that lives under my bed
it’s asking me why you didn’t trust me enough to let me be there
it’s reminding me that I’ve been close to having blood on my hands before
it’s running memories in my head like home movies
im pushing past the crowd, I’m reaching for you
There’s never going to be a world where my light is off, my phone is on silent, and my doors locked
I’m here whenever you need it darling
the porch light is on if you find your way to this part of town, I’m here if you remember for long enough that that used to mean something to us
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 9:45 PM UTC
all my calls are going to voicemail
you don’t pick up the phone, you don’t show up where you’re supposed to be
I have flashbacks of train tracks and flatlining machines
want to run my hands through your hair
let my lips tell you that I’m here, I’m right here as they’re pressed against yours
The monster in my head is whispering
The same one that lives under my bed
it’s asking me why you didn’t trust me enough to let me be there
it’s reminding me that I’ve been close to having blood on my hands before
it’s running memories in my head like home movies
im pushing past the crowd, I’m reaching for you
There’s never going to be a world where my light is off, my phone is on silent, and my doors locked
I’m here whenever you need it darling
the porch light is on if you find your way to this part of town, I’m here if you remember for long enough that that used to mean something to us
