Song Length |
3:54 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative |
Lyrics
I'm becoming accustomed
To turning to talk to someone
Who's no longer there
Forgive me my dear
But it's almost like you disappeared
Into thin air
All of the sentences
That I'd start to say
Before you'd jump in and carry them home
Are now left hanging from my eaves
Like icy reminders
That you're gone, and I am alone
They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder
Baby, maybe it's true
But my heart has only grown weary
Of waiting....
I'm becoming accustomed
To taking a shower
Without expecting someone else
I think of all the stupid things
We used to laugh about
Now I just tell those jokes to myself
I'm beholden to the notion of cold nights
In a sea that once was our bed
I toss and turn with the motion
The roll of the ocean
And the tide inside my head
They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder
I don't think I'd agree
I'm not fond of the feeling
Of wanting or needing
You back here with me
I'm becoming accustomed to not getting used to this at all
I'm becoming accustomed to not getting used to this at all