Pillow thoughts
It wasn’t the same,
The pillow was softer
When it was your T-shirt,
And these nights were warmer
With your arms wrapped around me,
Now they are much calmer
But the quiet...it hurts,
The pendulum Of your breathe
Turned into the ticking of the clock,
And those,
Those are the only arms
Here with me now.
The pillow was softer
When it was your T-shirt,
And these nights were warmer
With your arms wrapped around me,
Now they are much calmer
But the quiet...it hurts,
The pendulum Of your breathe
Turned into the ticking of the clock,
And those,
Those are the only arms
Here with me now.
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