Collarbone, 2011

Oh Tom, we've been walking for days

and I've stayed awake for you, why won't you stay awake for me?

Like I need you too

But I fell asleep, and dreamed you were next to me

It's a funny kind of ache, that never seems to fade

Tell me how your hair falls over his collarbone

and empty out your heart on your way back to his home

here we go again, a needle and a pen

Rearrange that aching space that everyone left

Everyone left

And now I can, make out your initials, In almost everything I see

It's kind of like you leave them there for me

But I know you don'tor at least I don't think you do

It's a funny kind of ache

Tell me how hair falls over his collarbone

and empty out your heart on your way back to his home

here we go again, a needle and a pen

Rearrange that aching space that everyone left

Everyone left

I wanna know and I wanna know

Tell me how hair falls over his collarbone

and empty out your heart on your way back to his home

here we go again, a needle and a pen

A needle and a pen

Rearrange that empty space inside your heart