I wanna be at home
In this vessel, alone
But with limits so slow
I just want to go
The smell of exhaust
The yank of my collar
I'm ripped to shreds
I was longing for her
The one in the photo beside your bed
Won't quiet the voices in your head
Close your eyes and count your breaths
Until you fall asleep
It'll be better when the sun comes up
Those little things might be enough
Close your eyes and count your breaths
Until you fall asleep
The smell of your perfume
Lingers on my clothes
And I feel so hollow
So hollow
It's suggestion of warmth
Teases me into madness
For something I need
But refuse to confess
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