Trey Coe - Why Do We Go Anywhere Else?

Heaving

I'm like the wind
Creeping in through the rafters
You won't feel me when I get there
You won't know what I am after
Like the snow
Building up on your front lawn
I might be cold but pick me up
Throw me along the lines to friends
You've long since known

Don't get up
If it's not plain to see
You find me running down your back
Send them shivers to the deep
As I feel out your every crack
And you can't gesture to the door
I'm leaking out your every poor
We're in a puddle on the floor
And now you're heaving
And I'm the one that you're breathing
If you stamp your feet
And you dance like a heathen
No my eyes don't sleep
You find them twitching and a creeping
To the wrong damn beat
With the floorboards creaking

I know you hate my season
I know you hate my breath
I know you hate my eyes
I know you hate my dress

I know you hate my season
I know you hate my breath
I know you hate my eyes
I know you hate my dress

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Writer(s): George Coe
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