I miss you now,
I guess like I should have missed you then.
My body moves
Like curtains waving in and out of wind
Maybe I would have been
Something you'd be good at
Maybe you would have been
Something I'd be good at
I feel the knife going in,
I'm feeling anxious.
Not enough to kill me, I thought it'd happen fast.
But I'm feeling it now and I feel anxious.
Sleeping inches from me, I let it pass.
All I need to hear is that you're not mine
I'm moving east then, somewhere far away
from the sight of my hands, the sight of me not moving
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