Trace your outline in my bed
Place my hands where you'd rest your head
The cotton is cold, and I can only hold
Your body in my memory
Play
Can't seem to face
The things I made
In your image in case I betray
The hardest part of my heart, oh my love
Oh, those times we'd float around
Drunk on ourselves and
Drunk out of our minds
Play
Scream out loud at the wasted nights
Miss all the stupid things
You'd say, dear, to soothe me
And tease out all my fears