Gray chairs— cold, but here for me
Thankfully, I don't miss your skin
Or the way you always have something to say

Lose myself in you
Cut it into you
With my rusty fingers

What I'd do for one more day without you...

I'm leaving again on metal heart-breaker
All I wanted to say was... (fuck you)
Miles away, but you still seem to be here
I never took your eyes out of my bag