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.