Rib Cage
I got a disease where I miss things that were
never there
Unpack all my boxes to tape them up again in a year
Places lose their meaning
So fast I never get the time
To decorate a room, hammer in the screws
And paint the walls the way I like
It's a dream that I find inside a fever
And a headache that never goes away
I caught the homesick
So emotionally homeless
And I'm searching
Through your rib cage like a closet
Use your lungs as my pillow
I know you with my eyes closed
Like something that I'd miss
You could be nostalgic
I got a routine of forgetting things I wanna keep
Cause good things get lost when I clean out the memories
Water's more precious than blood
A lesson that sure wasn't kind
Taught me to adjust
but never who to trust
Still might lead to my demise
I caught the homesick
So emotionally homeless
And I'm searching
Through your rib cage like a closet
Use Your lungs as my pillow
I know you with my eyes closed
Like something that I'd miss
You could be nostalgic
You could be nostalgic
You could be nostalgic
You could be nostalgic
There's a brick red house
On a street lined with trees
And the leaves are dead
In the middle of the spring
When I'm in your arms
It's the only thing I see
It's the only thing I see
never there
Unpack all my boxes to tape them up again in a year
Places lose their meaning
So fast I never get the time
To decorate a room, hammer in the screws
And paint the walls the way I like
It's a dream that I find inside a fever
And a headache that never goes away
I caught the homesick
So emotionally homeless
And I'm searching
Through your rib cage like a closet
Use your lungs as my pillow
I know you with my eyes closed
Like something that I'd miss
You could be nostalgic
I got a routine of forgetting things I wanna keep
Cause good things get lost when I clean out the memories
Water's more precious than blood
A lesson that sure wasn't kind
Taught me to adjust
but never who to trust
Still might lead to my demise
I caught the homesick
So emotionally homeless
And I'm searching
Through your rib cage like a closet
Use Your lungs as my pillow
I know you with my eyes closed
Like something that I'd miss
You could be nostalgic
You could be nostalgic
You could be nostalgic
You could be nostalgic
There's a brick red house
On a street lined with trees
And the leaves are dead
In the middle of the spring
When I'm in your arms
It's the only thing I see
It's the only thing I see
Credits
Writer(s): Catherine Virginia Turner, Jonny Shorr, Zoe Pardo Ko
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