Dying of yearning
Dripping fucking wet
It's so fun in the morning
leaving your bed
Back to where I belong
with my giant broken hearted love song
And if it's all the same in the morning
after we're both well feed
the only thing the heart craves
is what's been left unsaid
And our bodies speak in volumes
in and out of bed
But I'm getting fucked now, pretty darling
And still starving for what's not been said
And why can't we be glad
And lift every little brick piece we had
And why sad so easy, baby
when you have nothing left to say to me
And I wish you for the same
And I wish I could run away
And live where I belong
with my giant broken hearted love song
Too many times in a day
wanting to say
Feels like a stranger in front of you
saying those words ‘I love you'
Sighing this morning
I drowned in my bed
happily ignoring my common sense
Safe where belong
with my giant broken hearted love song

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