‎‎me, my gibberish, & the moon

I crouch low and smoke with spiders To keep raindrops off my head T'm singing bout your ghost love In reverie like you were dead 'Cause I miss you already you're the hollow in my bed I want to be your stallion No, it's not the nightmares From our armistice in the fall It's just that I feel your distance And I love you like no one before 'Cause I miss you already You're the hollow in my bed I want to be your stallion I stalk the streets alone now Just me my gibberish and the moon For I speak a different language If I cannot speak with you