walk over my grave (lofi version)

You'd have me eating from the palm of your hand

What a shame I was small I'm confessing

It was fine in your eye I was laceless

But in time you were right it was pointless

Makes me sick to the pit of a stomach

What was warm has grown cold, I can taste it

Is the pain I express satisfying

You don't lay in your bed toss and turning

I'm on the line

You're cutting thread that I would trace to you

I'm on the line

Cant keep hold of the thread when it unravels through

When my ears burn

I know it won't be because of you

In my dreams

I don't see you anymore

When I shiver

I hear you say someones walking over my grave

Lay your flowers at my door

You locked the door and you swallowed the key

Hand on heart you began to start healing

Must be nice to the fine with the silence

I can't hate you but I can attempt to

Does it feel like your insides sunburn

Like your heart has been stung by a seatbelt

Stare at walls might as well watch the paint dry

I breathe the air that remains laced with poison

I'm on the line

You're cutting thread that I would trace to you

I'm on the line

Cant keep hold of the thread when it unravels through

When my ears burn

I know it won't be because of you

In my dreams

I don't see you anymore

When I shiver

I hear you say someones walking over my grave

Lay your flowers at my door

When my ears burn

I know, I know it's not because of you

In my dreams

I don't see you anymore

When I shiver

I hear you say someone's walking over my grave

Lay your flowers at my door