I'll never be the comfort
you lost when you were nine or so
I can't fill those big of holes
Thought you knew that about me

I never want to wake up
living in your fake memory
I want to wake up in your bed
******* scared

Pushing through the *******
and working up the nerve to speak

I'll never fix your car
or find you another dead end job
So lets lay on this carpeted floor
and draw with crayons