I hate the way my hands shake
You're 50 feet away
I'm still wearing the bracelet you made at least every other day
And I refuse to let my mother know what you put me through
Paint the walls blue in your room
But for now I'm still saying your name out loud
When there's no one in the house
It's the only way I know to make it better when you're not around (FUCK)
Feeling ill at ease
Stopped by the Police on New Year's Eve
I'm always haunted by trivial things
Lost clothes and wedding rings, cardigans, crematoriums
What happens when I grow old?
Accept I'll die alone
Write your name on my skin
Maybe just your initials