Couldn't miss a rose I never had Nostalgic for that island on my floor The smallness that was only ever ours You burning alive but that warmth was so tender Tenderness you'll never know the depths of Fiercely tender I would devour my own soul to wake up in your arms each morning But I wake up with the sun Rushing to keep up with dreams Sleep is for the sweet
Allow me a second to collect my tears Couldn't bear to waste a drop They smell like memories, they smell like you A room full of vials that I dare not open Suffocated just by the thought