Time Machine for Skeletons

I miss the feel of your touch on my skin

Spend nights awake nursing these cold empty hands

Buried in words left unsaid

I'm tired of sinking, I'm better off dead

I miss the days that I spent with your friends

Talking in circles, nights never would end

Now all of this blood that we shed

These demons that haunt us are stuck in my head

Poison sinks into my veins

Draining from what's left of me

Now I fucking suffocate

It's a sickness

It's a weakness

I can't take this

I miss the feel of your touch on my skin

Spend nights awake nursing these cold empty hands

Buried in words left unsaid

I'm tired of sinking, I'm better off dead

Poison sinks into my veins

Draining from what's left of me

Now all of this blood that we shed

These demons that haunt us are stuck in my head