You Had a Panic Attack In My Bathroom
Flatsound
You used to come up for air
Through a sea of other people
Just hoping they don’t notice
That you are leaving again
You’re leaving again
And you can’t believe it’s true
There are people like you
With the same hearts
And the same marks
On our bodies
Did everything feel beautiful when you let go of the idea of being anything at all?
And you can’t believe it’s true
There are people like you
When i held you in my bathroom
I felt new