I woke up next to you again
I lie here wishing you were him
The moon we couldn’t rise above
This isn’t love but the lack thereof
Shallow twenty something boy
Couldn’t find a fill to void
Fractured at the wishing bone
Maybe meant to die alone
You say you have the tools to mend (tools to mend)
But loyalty is paper thin (paper thin)
A fragment of what never was (it never was, it never was)
This isn’t love but the lack thereof (the lack thereof)
Shallow twenty something boy
Couldn’t find a fill to void
Fractured at the wishing bone
Maybe meant to die alone
Maybe meant to die alone