It’s all about falling in love with yourself and sharing that love with someone who appreciates you, rather than looking for love to compensate for a self love deficit.
Chorus
My fingers are bleeding, from twisting
and turning lodged in your wounds
like those summer moods.And I turn towards you
to see you smile
and walk away.
Like so many times before /But this time, the air from my lungs
won’t scrape across my tongue.You are on your own, as weary
as you may be.This bed is not your home.
This heart is not your pillow.
These ears are not for listening.I have written you off
here, in the trenches
of what is mine,
and what is left.






