The WeakEnd

I miss your green sheets so,
But I'm done keeping tabs on who comes and who goes,
I'm missing the perfume of your pillows,
And I wish you knew how much I needed your home,
I miss your green sheets so,
Even the perfume of your pillows
Is there something wrong with me?
Do your eyes miss everything?
I've been ripping off layers of skin,
Trying to find a way to get back in,
To get back in,
I need to get back in,
I need to get back in.
Those eyelashes that block out the clouds,
Aand your teeth that I'd rather have inside my mouth,
That breath that beats up my head,
And that laughter you had that's been good at keeping me fed,
You've been keeping me fed.
You've been keeping me fed,
You've been keeping me fed.
Is there something wrong with me?
Do your eyes miss everything?
I've been ripping off layers of skin,
Trying to find a way to get back in,
To get back in,
I need to get back in,
I need to get back in.
Is there something wrong with me?
Do your eyes miss everything?
I've been ripping off layers of skin,
Trying to find a way to get back in,
Is there something wrong with me?
Do your eyes miss everything?
I've been ripping off layers of skin,
Trying to find a way to get back in,
To get back in,
I need to get back in,
I need to get back in.
Is there something wrong with me?
Do your eyes miss everything?
I've been ripping off layers of skin,
Trying to find a way to get back in,