Wings

I woke up this morning with you in my head, occupying space among my own dread I slept in the bed where you and I met, I slept in a way you would think I was dead Over again, I reached for the warmth that formed by the storms of a duet performed Torn of the same cloth that was worn, never would've guessed this was a sojourn Thread me to a piece tucked around your neck Keeping you warm with the gale of your breath Keeping me warm in between your two breasts How I still yearn for the taste of your neck I loved how we kept, never intercepted, but it was my fault it all changed perspective I should've leapt when I saw the next wind but you always told me How I never got the message So fly back to me if you think that your wings could carry you home I don't know what it's like to be free but I know what it's like to be alone So do you remember me and the songs we used to sing? Do you remember me? Do you remember me and the songs we used to sing? Do you remember me? I still feel that a piece of me is gone (I guess I'm here for something) And I feel that I'm still missing Everything is beautiful