me, my gibberish, & the moon

I crouch low and smoke with spiders

To keep raindrops off my head

Singing bout your ghost love

In reverie like you were dead

'Cause I miss you already

You're the hollow in my bed

I want to be your stallion

No, it's not the nightmares

From our armistice in the fall

It's just that I feel your distance

And I love you like no one before

I miss you already

You're the hollow in my bed

I want to be your stallion

I stalk the streets alone now

Just me, my gibberish and the moon

For I speak a different language

If I cannot speak with you

Yes I speak a different language

If I cannot speak with you