Wanderlust

Dear lover, where have you been?Writing me of all the things you had seen in your dreamsand it seems you've forgotten the thingsthat you said when you left, all from under your breatheToday I found myself in hellsoul sickness crept up inside meCrushed to my kneesleft thinking won't someone just adjust my dreams for me?The world turns but we don't feel itI don't fucking feelLooks like we failed to make amends againI'm a tourist in the city of loveand you're the only thing on my mindTake your claws from off of meTake your claws from out of my head