Sheets
Laura Baldwin
Shoulda known you wouldn’t tell me
It’s like you're still afraid to hurt me
So you ignore it, just avoid it
You’re a son of a bitch
And everyday my questioning
Gets gradually worse
You’re looking pale and sickly
Breathing heavy under sheets
I stare at creases up above me
I don’t know how to be
Your body's too warm next to me
I just don't know to be
And when we breathe the sheets heave
When we breathe the sheets heave
And i taste myself bleed
Taste myself bleed
Open mouth trailing up and down
The parts of you that I wanted
I guess I took for granted
And when we breathe the sheets heave
When we breathe the sheets heave
And i can taste myself bleed
Taste myself bleed
And when we breathe the sheets heave
And i taste myself bleed
