Griefstruck (feat. Nicole Young)

Hello old friend, It seems that you're back Again. How long is your stay? Is this a weekend Away? Or are you coming back home? to Sit atop my Heart like a throne. Ready to rule your roost of Blood and bone? Last time you left, I think I Celebrated Elated the burden of your tush Wouldn't Rest on my cushion. This time I'd keep pushing to Forget you and remember me. and I Didn't miss your Company. But you arrived like a squatter with Rights, No invite but I'm too polite to say no. I Even bring your baggage in to help with resettling Please, take my king bed to sleep in, with those Six hundred thread count linens-Is this what you're Missing? I'm too timid to kick, so I Kiss you for Hurting me, welcome you back with an Embrace, because holding on, keeps cherished memories safe I love you so I don't know where you've gone or how I'll get there I never let go Not in this hand, this heart, this soul, no I swear The truth is I know The memory pulls me from edge of despair But healing is slow I know I know I know I know Take up your room again. I never filled it with Anything else, but the Record of those pelts, leaving Welts on my mind, heart, and soul, and honestly I mind the Vacancy more than what fills this hole. So it Looks like it's you, congrats you're approved. Yesterday You were evicted; But today, as predicted you're Back old friend. Welcome to Misery Inn, let's not Pretend this dance was meant to end The brink of forgetting The edge of loss The sun ever setting The weight like a cross And I'm losing you I'm losing you again The brink of forgetting The edge of loss The sun ever setting The weight like a cross And I'm losing you I'm losing you again So it Looks like it's you, congrats you're approved. Yesterday You were evicted; But today, as predicted, you're Back old friend. Welcome to my Misery Inn, let's not Pretend this dance was meant to end I love you so I don't know where you've gone or how I'll get there I never let go Not in this hand, this heart, this soul, no I swear The truth is I know The memory pulls me from edge of despair But healing is slow I know I know I know I know Ok my turn, you Opened The door to me, in seventeen, looking for a Face for your longing And a place for belonging, and I Offered my help. Don't like my service, then leave me one-star On yelp, but know I did What I do, because I Wanted to. Ah, I mean I do it for you, I know you Don't want to heal. I know you don't want to deal. I keep you Heavy with the memories of what you have lost. I keep you Heavily sedated from the spiritual costs