Collarbone, 2011

Oh Tom, we've been walking for days
and I've stayed awake for you, why won't you stay awake for me?
Like I need you too
But I fell asleep, and dreamed you were next to me
It's a funny kind of ache, that never seems to fade

Tell me how your hair falls over his collarbone
and empty out your heart on your way back to his home
here we go again, a needle and a pen
Rearrange that aching space that everyone left
Everyone left

And now I can, make out your initials, In almost everything I see
It's kind of like you leave them there for me
But I know you don'tor at least I don't think you do
It's a funny kind of ache

Tell me how hair falls over his collarbone
and empty out your heart on your way back to his home
here we go again, a needle and a pen
Rearrange that aching space that everyone left
Everyone left

I wanna know and I wanna know

Tell me how hair falls over his collarbone
and empty out your heart on your way back to his home
here we go again, a needle and a pen
A needle and a pen

Rearrange that empty space inside your heart