my eyes leak salt and paint
you leave a faint trace of sweat in my bed
you keep a place in my head
that i thought was dead and quiet
long time ago
i'll be fine
when morning comes
you'll be mine
when i'm not afraid of
you
i sleep at the bottom of the house
i breathe through the corners of my mouth
you break through the skin that keeps them out
and you take in all i doubted lived down here
i'll be fine
when morning comes
you'll be mine
when i'm not afraid of
you
you are the color of the sky
early morning in july
lilac-grey and lighter green
you don't mean a thing to me
i'll be fine
when morning comes
you'll be mine
when i'm not afraid of
you
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