So Much

Here I sit, staring out in the distance
Feel a soft itch all the time
I met 16 of her at a party, bleeding into each other
I'll take a chance: first chance I get, like I told myself when we left
I thought that was it every time; anyone else never came to mind

I miss you so much
When you coming back to me?
It's taking so long
When you getting home to me?

Dusting off some old plans, feeling just fine
I'll be home for breakfast
Easy to see, it's hard not to fuck
Wrap around me
What are strangers for?

Bleeding from butterflies
Answers coming
Ready for a fight
I get so drunk, now it's the only thing I feel
Limp-dicked and stoned sick
Glints of street lights through the trees
Sing me your sweet song
Dig your talons in my skin
And lift me off
Where you been