here's the heart you asked for
here is the notebook in which i am stored
with the wave of an outfitness pen
in hopes you're listening
and true with doubt
i know you're all about
she's in this for herself
with little concern
for anyone else

sad lines
followed by
the outline of our bodies
on the bed in which we reside
the sweat on your cheeks
is soaked in these sheets
and kept close by at night
i hear what you're breathing
and feel what you're thinking about

here are the hands that cut you
along with the fingers that couldn't keep grip
so i fall into this bed
wondering who you're with
and the sad soft sound
of breathing the water
to let you out
i keep telling myself
this would never of worked
this could never of worked out

sad lines
followed by
the outline of our bodies
on the bed in which we reside
the sweat on your cheeks
is soaked in these sheets
and kept close by at night
i hear what you're breathing
and feel what you're thinking about

it's much more so lost to like you (i feel abandoned)
sounds like a ghost you've walked through (i feel you leaving)
it's much more so lost to like you (i feel abandoned)
sounds like a ghost you've walked through (i feel you leaving)
it's much more so lost to like you (i feel abandoned)
sounds like a ghost you've walked through (i feel you leaving)
it's much more so lost to like you (i feel abandoned)
sounds like a ghost you've walked through (i feel you leaving)
it's much more so lost to like you (i feel abandoned)
sounds like a ghost you've walked through (i feel you leaving)
i can't count the lines we left out

sad lines (sound like a ghost)
followed by
the outline of our bodies (sounds like a ghost)
and the bed in which we reside
the sweat on your cheeks (sounds like a ghost you walked inside)
is soaked in these sheets
and kept close at night (sounds like a ghost you walked inside)
i hear what you're breathing (sounds like a ghost you walked inside)
and feel what you're thinking about (sounds like a ghost you walked inside)

sad lines
followed by
the outline of our bodies
and the bed in which we reside
the sweat on your cheeks
is soaked in these sheets
and kept close by at night
i hear what you're breathing
and feel what you're thinking about