Somehow everything I own smells of you, and for the tiniest moment it’s all not true

I’m miles from where you areI lay down on the cold groundAnd I, I pray that something picks me upAnd sets me down in your warm arms.

Do the things that you always wanted to, without me there to hold you back, don’t think just do, more than anything I want to see you go, take a glorious bite out of the...