I’ll have my brother stop by this Saturday to pick up my things,
just make sure you’re not there
This may sound bad, don’t take it the wrong way
I love you, however, you hold me down
You’re the echoes of my everything,
you’re the emptiness the whole world sings at night
You’re the laziness of afternoon,
you’re the reason why I burst and why I bloomed
How will I break the news to you?
I still wake up in our bed at night.