I wanna lay in a soft white room
In a bed to get better
I always complain of my wounds And rip the scabs off like feathers
I feel like if I was in outer space I'd be tempted to cut my tether
Not because I wanna be erased
Because the view might be better
One day I'll
have to learn
to love myself Cause one day I'll have to learn there's
no one else
I wanna lay in a soft white room
With you to get better I never
tend
to all my wounds
Until we're together
