Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Wandering outside our old house
Tragically addressed trying to coax your ghost out
These are some things I'm ready to confront
Some that I didn't do and some that I had done
Angry and sad over a cup of black tea
Your watery eyes and perfume were choking me
But I don't need to tell you how it went
Except that all things beautiful are murdered in the silence
Sadly love I never really let you in
I need your little hands to hold my expression
'Cause I've been cursed until the kingdom comes
To always have and miss someone
To always have and miss someone
It was one bedroom with dog and a thorn
I remember thinking of my dad as I was walking out the door
And looking back seeing the girl you never should be
Heartbroke and poor, lovesick and lonely
Sadly love I never really let you in
I need your little hands to hold my expression
'Cause I've been cursed until the kingdom comes
To always have and miss someone
To always have and miss someone