If My Phone Battery Had A Soul I'd Be A Serial Killer

Biding time and waiting anxiously

On stolen ground

Ground that she can't collect

Ground that leaves entry and exit wounds

Time was a prison when I spoke to you in the cold

And I realized I didn't know you anymore

Feel the breeze in the air hit the scar on your throat

Please let me know when you're coming home

And all the notes I wrote in the back of my throat

You're not coming home you're not coming home

Ran through your poison arms

Eleven weeks til discharge

No that was summers curse

I'm fucked

Manipulate me (you're no better)

You're shit you're selfish (you're no better)

Hang me (you're no better)

Leave me by my knees I'm crying (you're no better)

Feel the breeze in the air hit the scar on your throat

Please let me know when you're coming home

And all the times that I wrote you and times that we spoke

Now I know you're not coming home

Not coming home

Feel it there in the place between your ribs

Where a heart used to live

Crying and begging for another chance (by me and die by)

To spend alone (the time it takes to fix nineteen years of shit)

How many times will it take (and stand by while I)

For you to know you're not alone (freak out and feel the breeze)