Empties
Bury my feet in the dirt
By the pine in the garden with my cat
He got too brave in the breath of the freeway
Bury my feet in your blankets
Christmas lights in your bedroom, with your cat
And I get brave and I tell you how i'm feeling
Bury my face in your hair
You smell like parliaments and whispered fears
Like, "What if you move back to New York and I never see you again?"
We wear each other's clothes
A silent promise on the back porch
We pack another bowl and skate down to the corner store
I watch the nail glow red, turn my teeth into ash
You've got eyes like fire and I'm feeling cashed
With grief in my lungs I will choke on your silence
Your breath on my lips and the patterns that bind us
And our eyes glaze over eagerly
In smoked out fantasies of chosen family
A house in the woods, a litter of kittens
We could raise our children with a river to swim in
You brush my hair behind my ear
Can't stay in this town long but for tonight you're here
I never throw out your empties, you haunt me night after night
I see reflections of ghosts, like your eyes in the porch light
I watch the nail glow red, turn my teeth into ash (Nervous paper peeled from your drinks)
You've got eyes like fire and i'm feeling cashed (It pours over your walls and you say what you're thinking)
With grief in my lungs I will choke on your silence (The water tower hangs overhead)
Your breath on my lips and the patterns that bind us (We keep getting higher as our hearts keep sinking down)
I watch the nail glow red, turn my teeth into ash (Nervous paper peeled from your drinks)
You've got eyes like fire and i'm feeling cashed (It pours over your walls and you say what you're thinking)
With grief in my lungs I will choke on your silence (The water tower hangs overhead)
Your breath on my lips and the patterns that bind us (We keep getting higher as our hearts keep sinking down)
By the pine in the garden with my cat
He got too brave in the breath of the freeway
Bury my feet in your blankets
Christmas lights in your bedroom, with your cat
And I get brave and I tell you how i'm feeling
Bury my face in your hair
You smell like parliaments and whispered fears
Like, "What if you move back to New York and I never see you again?"
We wear each other's clothes
A silent promise on the back porch
We pack another bowl and skate down to the corner store
I watch the nail glow red, turn my teeth into ash
You've got eyes like fire and I'm feeling cashed
With grief in my lungs I will choke on your silence
Your breath on my lips and the patterns that bind us
And our eyes glaze over eagerly
In smoked out fantasies of chosen family
A house in the woods, a litter of kittens
We could raise our children with a river to swim in
You brush my hair behind my ear
Can't stay in this town long but for tonight you're here
I never throw out your empties, you haunt me night after night
I see reflections of ghosts, like your eyes in the porch light
I watch the nail glow red, turn my teeth into ash (Nervous paper peeled from your drinks)
You've got eyes like fire and i'm feeling cashed (It pours over your walls and you say what you're thinking)
With grief in my lungs I will choke on your silence (The water tower hangs overhead)
Your breath on my lips and the patterns that bind us (We keep getting higher as our hearts keep sinking down)
I watch the nail glow red, turn my teeth into ash (Nervous paper peeled from your drinks)
You've got eyes like fire and i'm feeling cashed (It pours over your walls and you say what you're thinking)
With grief in my lungs I will choke on your silence (The water tower hangs overhead)
Your breath on my lips and the patterns that bind us (We keep getting higher as our hearts keep sinking down)
Credits
Writer(s): Saoirse Lomes Oleander
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