Infatuated
And I'm picking up ashes
From the nightstand
Wondering when you'll come home
I'm sick to my stomach
I've never been so infatuated
Come find me somewhere
Far from any pain we know
Trusting nothing but the wind
That brushes your cheek
Ordinary evenings that feel brand new
Repeating melodies in distant rooms
Is the house I've built
Enough for you?
As above
So below
Truths that aren't quite whole
From the nightstand
Wondering when you'll come home
I'm sick to my stomach
I've never been so infatuated
Come find me somewhere
Far from any pain we know
Trusting nothing but the wind
That brushes your cheek
Ordinary evenings that feel brand new
Repeating melodies in distant rooms
Is the house I've built
Enough for you?
As above
So below
Truths that aren't quite whole
Credits
Writer(s): Faith Maddox
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