DECEMBER MOUTH You talk like a funeral Soft voice hard meaning Say everything's beautiful While something is leaving You love like a season Here then gone without reason Cold hands in the evening I'm always the one bleeding Your perfume still lives in my coat The one I can't throw away You said I was too much Now I'm quiet and I hate it I learned your silences like languages Every pause before the damage God I loved you like a habit God I loved you like a habit Every kiss a small catastrophe Every touch contagious You were heaven on a bad day Beautiful and dangerous You talk like a funeral Soft voice hard meaning Say everything's beautiful While something is leaving You love like a season Here then gone without reason Cold hands in the evening I'm always the one bleeding If loving you was reckless Why did it feel like breathing If losing you was freedom Why does freedom feel like grieving You were the wound I kept opening to feel real Now I'm just numb And numb is hard to heal Always the one bleeding Always the one bleeding always
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