So Much

Here I sit, staring out in the distance Feel a soft itch all the time I met 16 of her at a party, bleeding into each other I'll take a chance: First chance I get, like I told myself when we left I thought that was it every time; anyone else never came to mind I miss you So much-when you coming back to me? It's taken so long; when you getting home tah me? Dusting off some old plans, Feeling just fine; I'll git home fer breakfast Easy to see, It's hard not to fuck-wrap around me; what'r strayngurs for? Bleeding from butterflies; Answers comin', ready for a fight I get so drunk, now it's the only thing I feel... Lead-ached n' stoned; Sickling some street lights through the trees Sing me your sweet song; dig your talons in my skin... And lift me off... way back