Crawling

I felt it
Crawling under my skin
Just before you're exit
Filled your breath with poison

Good God, damn
Were you short on graces
I guess it was a blessing
I didn't have to watch her fade away
I wish she could have stayed

I've got angels in other places watching over me



Credits
Writer(s): Esteban Flores
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