longing

Between the Lungs

He said “I think you just need fingers

ran through your soul

like you’d be doing to my hair.”

I said, “that’s not fair.

Don’t say something you might not mean

It’s one thing to make me needy between the legs

but even worse to make me needy between the lungs.”

Stuck on You

Maybe one day I’ll finally get good at getting over you

But until then I’ll have another drink while I listen to another song that reminds me of you

I’ll drive by your house again and read through old phone conversations

Oh cause one day you wont cross my mind

But until then I’m still at this bar, stuck on you

I imagine hearing your name and not giving it a second thought

There will be no floods of memories that have to be fought

No ache in my heart nor tears in my eyes

You’ll be gone and I’ll have moved on

But until then I’m still at this bar, stuck on you.