fruit flies, alison

I can't sleep, my head's deep underwater
And my jeans are falling apart like fucking matches at the seams
To know what you mean (You mean) is like a grave, so shallow (Ooh)
It would kill me

I have spent everything (Days)
Everything (Thoughts)
Everything (Cents)
Everything

You still take it away, the subtle shade
And absence of your face is living with the rain
You never felt alive, but misery
Is something you can get behind

Something you can pick up like a book
All my life, I've watched them sit there with their pens
And I never knew what they were writing down
But I always felt like it was about me
That's so rude
I wish I could love you