sensibility

Soon It's December 1st And we haven't spoken in a month I just can't sleep no more In the silence of losing your trust Running back and then forth Between hands I could clutch (How pathetic of me, I'm sorry it had to be) It doesn't make sense The foul emptiness Of remembering the laugh in your breath Oh, I wish it was a rash kind of feeling One where I'm just clawing for the image of you But I'm so done with sensibility I need you more than god needs me And I've started to miss all the times Where you didn't understand me completely Yeah, I know it's ironic But atleast, yeah I'm honest And I wasn't lying when I said I was on my own In the end I'm left with two And the only true one left now is just you