Aaron West and The Roaring Twenties
I found enough of your hairpins to build you a monument,
A statue to loneliness. Breathe it in. Let it go.
I caved a piece of the drywall in,
Replaying the argument,
I’m icing my swollen fist.
It’s a lie and this isn’t a home, no, no, no, no.
I’m just skin and bones.
I broke my cell phone
Cause it won’t fucking tell me when you’re coming home.