most nights I lie awake and degrade all the extra space in my bed spaces you'd fill and warm only exist in my head I long for that smell that pulls on my chest bring it back to me I'm begging you so I can finally get some rest like swallowing a bowl of tacks push pinned into my ribs ribs no longer ticklish these ribs were once a kid's now turned into a cage of bones so old hardened to stone home to this weak beating heart but it's the only one I'll own So i'll try to do what's right tonight and forget about your head forget about your overbite i'll forget about your legs I try my best to pretend I can forget about your hands i'll push out all of your silly sounds i'll forget we took a chance but suddenly I realize and I'm just forcing myself to forget you when all I really, really want is you back inside my bedroom