Rib Cage

I got a disease where I miss things that were never there Unpack all my boxes to tape them up again in a year Places lose their meaning So fast I never get the time To decorate a room, hammer in the screws And paint the walls the way I like It's a dream that I find inside a fever And a headache that never goes away I caught the homesick So emotionally homeless And I'm searching Through your rib cage like a closet Use your lungs as my pillow I know you with my eyes closed Like something that I'd miss You could be nostalgic I got a routine of forgetting things I wanna keep Cause good things get lost when I clean out the memories Water's more precious than blood A lesson that sure wasn't kind Taught me to adjust but never who to trust Still might lead to my demise I caught the homesick So emotionally homeless And I'm searching Through your rib cage like a closet Use Your lungs as my pillow I know you with my eyes closed Like something that I'd miss You could be nostalgic You could be nostalgic You could be nostalgic You could be nostalgic There's a brick red house On a street lined with trees And the leaves are dead In the middle of the spring When I'm in your arms It's the only thing I see It's the only thing I see