Autopsy

Honey
Dripping into my ear, money
When you're laying your head on me
Sunscreen
Smell of you and palm trees
Put your plan against my palm please

Are you breathing now?
Swear that I still hear those sounds

I wanna do an autopsy
Get under your skin where I can see
Post Mortem on the mystery
Did I ever mean anything?
'Cause even now, honestly
I wish you weren't dead to me

I feel it now like a phantom limb
All of the love that I am burying
The organ plays and I sing the hymn
Crying like a little kid

Honey
It's so sweet the way you haunt me
And to think that "It's you, not me"
Was the last thing that you said, oh

I wanna do an autopsy
Get under your skin where I can see
Post Mortem on the mystery
Did I ever mean anything?
'Cause even now, honestly
I wish you weren't dead to me

Tracing my name written on your lips
Traces of love under your fingertips
An empty hole where your heart would fit
Mmm, pity, oh, isn't it?



Credits
Writer(s): Cozette Zuehlsdorff, Noah Needleman
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