on repeat

the sky looks pissed
the wind talks back
my bones are shifting in my skin
and you, my love, are gone
my room seems wrong
the bed won't fit

i cannot seem to operate
and you, my love, are gone

so glide away and so be healed and promise not to promise anymore and if you come around again then i will take the chain from off the door

i'll never say
i'll never love
but i don't say a lot of things
and you, my love, are gone