my scabs from probably unstable by she is november

here i am and there we were
and im sure ive made up these words

here i stand and now i know that
you were never going to show cause
youre a ghost in tattered clothes and
im just clinging to what was

you were never here

here i am, picking at my scabs
wondering how could i fall flat
here i am and im trying to find out why i
painted your face to look like mine

you were never here
and its crystal clear
you were never

here i am staring at my chest and its hollowness
and i feel it shrinking
here i am with eyes so blue
and i had a dream again about marrying you

you were never here
and its crystal clear
you were never

• Experimental
• dark
• depression
• female vocals
• sad
• Toronto