When you hate your job
Who you sleep with really matters
Who gets to put their hand
Around the back of your neck
As you both try to forget
I never knew what this was
But a product of a circumstance
And in an ideal world
I'd be a crueler girl
With my own damn reassurance
But in the night
I push
My hand
Through the air
I try to find you there
And it falls
Where you used to be
Where you used to be
In my fragile mind
I'm in a burning state of silence
And I look at my phone
And my grip like a stone knows that
Calling would be violent
But in the night
I push
My hand
Through the air
I try to find you there
And it falls
Where you used to be
Where you used to be
I push
My hand
Through the air
I try to find you there
And it falls
Where you used to be
Where you used to be