You breathe inside my brittle bones

They're ringing like vintage phones

So now an' then, a whisper of yours

Makes its way in my veins an' soars

All the way up to my drunken mind

Only to cause our images to rewind

Oh they so hurt me, your memories

All the old polaroids 'n' gone stories

Will you steal my every alive piece?

Can't you leave my system in peace!

I hate it when you rush in my veins

For my body shakes with soft pains

You keep rattlin' my bones like toys

No please, I'm not covered in alloys

I'm capable of really breakin' down

Oh why are you making me drown?

Into deep seas of your lost presence

It hurts to feel, I am your past tense

That you do not desire me anymore

Your absence haunts me to my core

And just when I start feeling hollow

I hear something constant and low..

They're ringing like vintage phones

Oh no! You're still inside my...

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rittle bones