you're some headphones I put on
I can't hear anything else
but you
and your breathe lives in my teeth
baby, you make me weak
but only in the best way
my bed is just blankets and sheets
crisp and clean, but incomplete
when you're not here
you make me think my name is melody
the way you sing it every night
so sweetly
tonight I could pour out the firewater
shed some of this cold armor
and be kept in warm arms, instead
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