Pokemon Cards and an Empty Bottle of Grape Juice - Panucci's Pizza

My mattress is getting so lumpy

Just the same as last time

So I sleep on the side that I always slept on

In our prime

The siphon that runs through my heart

Keeps running on Empty

So I’ll see you in winter

If only to float upon the dead sea

You’re not coming home

And I know this

But that doesn’t mean

I’m not alone

I’d take a beautiful mess over nothing at all

I’d take a beautiful mess over nothing at all