Vārdi: Lannen Fall. Stories. Our Relapse Romance.

Clinging to cold sheet couldn't you feel better when I'm just here to keep you warm.
So cry yourself to sleep and dry your eyes on my shoulder.

Bite me hard.
Your teeth mark scars along my arms.
Branded memories.

Clinging to your needs couldn't make you feel any worse.
My curse is I can't stop these thoughts.
Wait, don't praise my name because I'm not cold enough to be the sedative you crave.

Bite me hard.
Your teeth mark scars along my arms.
Branded memories.
Bite me hard.
Reminding me of what I needed all along.

I see you sleeping and wonder if you dreams seem bittersweet, like mine.
When all this breathing has never felt so meaningless.

We remain rehearsed and drawn to this stage over and over again