MATHILDE

nothing feels right when I'm not with you
sick of this dress and these jimmy choos
taking them off cause I feel a fool
trying to dress up when I'm missing you
I'ma step out of this lingerie
curl up in a ball with something hanes
in bed I lay, with nothing but your t-shirt on
oh, with nothing but your t-shirt on
t-shirt

she's staring at me
I'm sitting, wondering what she's thinking
nobody's talking 'cause talking just turns into screaming
and now as i'm yellin' over her, she's yellin' over me
all that that means is neither of us is listening
and what's even worse
that we don't even remember why were fighting
mad

halfway around the world
lies the one thing that you want
buried in the ground, hundreds of miles down
first thing that arises in your mind while you awake
is bending you til you break
let me hold you now
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