Grey chairs
Cold, but here for me
Thankfully I don't miss your skin
Or the way you always
Had something to say
Lose myself in you
Cut it into you with my rusty fingers
What I'd do
For one my day without you
I'm leaving again
On metal heartbreaker
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
