i see through your thin cotton dress i don t know if we ll get dressed so pull by that store parking lot you know i ve missed your lots warn me of the cans and knots i don t need a house in lake michigan i don t need a purpose to plan within i just want to feel your pulse again down town the exits just around can t you smell our future good and well i ll take you upstairs show you my bed and things share all my thoughts and cares here is my heart here is my soul you pushed me past my lonely door you are my everything september a time of in betweens lazy month of nothing all rainy gutters rushing they re all true all the good things you say will they all pass quit like the clouds today they ll be there in your pretty dreams all full of colour and sense of things you blow breath of life in me i felt this way the night before you pulled me from this heavy floor you are my everything you are my everything
['melancholia', 'slowcore']