When I am lonely,
Or you're happy,
I get drowsy.
And everytime I close my eyes.
I can hear myself cry.
I can hear you baking your pies.
So close to my ear.
Feels like you're really here.
Warm and comfortably numb with fear.
I wish you stayed.
I wish I went.
I wish we were together.
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 2:29 AM UTC
When I am lonely,
Or you're happy,
I get drowsy.
And everytime I close my eyes.
I can hear myself cry.
I can hear you baking your pies.
So close to my ear.
Feels like you're really here.
Warm and comfortably numb with fear.
I wish you stayed.
I wish I went.
I wish we were together.
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