I'll pour the rest out into my mouth
Don't want to feel you anymore
Been growing fonder of this bed
Overslept and I hate this
My only shelter from this pain
If I could trust you again
Well it would be too much
Then I could lie to myself that i was ever enough
Ill always raise my fingers to the wind
I feel it navigates you back to me and
Will all my worry take and steal your heart?
Or keep me selfish for its beating?
I don't know, I guess we never will
Oh since you've been caught with a new one
I remain struggling to pull myself out
Of the coldest of cold chambers
You know I can't heal I can't move on the same
Promised to be so much closer than this
Ill always raise my fingers to the wind
I feel it navigates you back to me and
Will all my worry take and steal your heart?
Or keep me selfish for its beating?
I'm selfish for it's beating
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