i'm kicking around pieces
the memories you've left behind this door
now i'm in all your blankets again
but they can't keep me warm anymore
so i'm finding comfort in stills
and spirits i carry home with me everynight
it is the only thing that still feels right
the room is empty again
everything i have pushed back to the walls
remembering march nineth
where i kept you pressed against it all
i always gave you my best
whether it was in my arms or in our bed
it was the only thing that really felt right
