Pillowcase - Private Island

You’re blowing up my phone

Made me dream I’m in a quake

Oh, let me be your shelter

Oh, let me be your shelter

You’re twisting up my face

Awake now, thinking 'bout the time

You shouldn’t have to go through this

Sundays ain’t for this shit

Make your problems mine

Any kind or pace

I’m also worried 'bout

You running away

You can tell me why

While in another place

For now come dry your eyes

On my pillowcase

You lost it on the phone

Be cool 'til i make it back

I know it all feels uphill

It always has been «until»

Only you can break me

You’re the tremor, I am always shaking

Our picket fence has fallen

In the sinkhole with our garden

You made your problems mine

All my time and space

I was worried 'bout you running away

You can tell me why

While in another place

For now just dry your eyes

On my pillowcase

Oh, let me be your shelter