With You

This is my happy ever suicide My hands tied behind my breast My silhouette did pirouettes The curtains are closing My baby was my ooh-lah lah, neverlasting My baby was my cry me rivers and shadow casket Who could be my lovely, my lovely? Who could be my only one, my only? I'm almost just as empty as you think I am A penny for your thoughts A wooden hair of happiness, a pretty Ricky Ross A may-black music I woke up in my sympathy, became black Judas All my everythings for sale All my second hand discoveries, dungarees faded pale All my halfway hallelujahs are tippy-toed in the mail All the fluctuations on scales And the missing therapy sessions of bullies treating me well-well We don't drink that If it ain't the top shelf, nigga you can keep that Share my life on Telefone I'm 25 at 306, and 809 became my home Gave you a taste of my redemption and now I want my drink back Somebody hold me like I'm almost enough Somebody told me pray for heaven, saw how tiny it was Little love from me, we can build this home alone Alone Forever with you, forever with you I'm a home away from home and promise you'll keep this secret And promise you won't forgive me to tell you that smells like peaches He who leeches on love is a lame Chains and left her for London, Wireless festival reparable, so good when he wasn't --- With You - Noname