Folks don't tend to "pass through" Pottsfield
Lately it feels like your changing and I can't keep up with the things that you need
I know it's selfish but I'm getting desperate just tell me that you still want me
I'm sorry that I'm not the person that you fell in love with the day that we met
I've buried this message in song verse and poetry that it might get stuck in your head
Cause I still find your fire red hair on the floor of my apartment
I'm still blue
Am I the dirt under your nails scrape it out don't bleed I wanna feel you tear into me
The scars are healed over I'll cherish the memory and soon I'll find peace that you left
Chapped lips and radiator kisses make the winter go by quicker
Chapped lips and radiator kisses the only thing I ever miss from you
I can't pretend that I don't wanna see you now and then
But I can get rest in my own bed
My sheets still smell like you
I'm still so stuck on you
I can't help but think if things were as they were before it would be happier
But who knows that that means
I fill the empty spaces you left in my bed with chip crumbs and tear drops
Trying and failing to paint that pretty picture for you
I know it's selfish but I'm getting desperate just tell me that you still want me
I'm sorry that I'm not the person that you fell in love with the day that we met
I've buried this message in song verse and poetry that it might get stuck in your head
Cause I still find your fire red hair on the floor of my apartment
I'm still blue
Am I the dirt under your nails scrape it out don't bleed I wanna feel you tear into me
The scars are healed over I'll cherish the memory and soon I'll find peace that you left
Chapped lips and radiator kisses make the winter go by quicker
Chapped lips and radiator kisses the only thing I ever miss from you
I can't pretend that I don't wanna see you now and then
But I can get rest in my own bed
My sheets still smell like you
I'm still so stuck on you
I can't help but think if things were as they were before it would be happier
But who knows that that means
I fill the empty spaces you left in my bed with chip crumbs and tear drops
Trying and failing to paint that pretty picture for you
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Writer(s): Nick Adams
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