No Furniture

First friend in a new city
First one who I think gets me
I will fill you with fake blood
I will make you less cold

Playing pool in your little town
A smoky bar, far removed
We knew what laid between us
But didn't act for fear it'd end us
I wish you were here right now

After one glass of red
I think that I'm a writer
After one sip of whiskey
I could be your future

But I'm your heat
And you left me
In the dead of winter

You are the cult of the number one
I will love you with my eyes shut
Through suffering, through celebration
I dreamt about shooting up
I dreamt about your glow
I thought I saw the flood, but
How could I ever know?

All we want now
Is a cheap place to live
Sitting all around the floor
We'll have champagne out of crystal
But no furniture
No furniture
No furniture
No furniture



Credits
Writer(s): Hannah Woodhouse
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