Fit

You are in my dreams now It's that close You are in my veins now Your tongue in my throat Why'd you have to bury it Inside my ribs I wish I could get rid of it I wish it could fit Making sure there's room for you In case you're around I'm sick of all your messages Lifting me off the ground Didn't want to be here I knew it would stink It's ruining my insides And its making me think It's already over And you're not around But I don't want to wake up Please don't make me wake up Making sure there's room for you In case you're around I'm sick of all your messages Lifting me off the ground --- Fit - Tom Day & Laura Lethlean