Molasses

There's molasses dripping down the walls I run my hands up and down the halls It doesn't matter I can't find you at all And there's molasses dripping down the walls Yeah, there's molasses dripping drown the walls This is the ache of words written on the bone Black ink scratching history on it's new home I pulled apart every drawer Still, it seems that you've gone And this is the ache of words dripping on the bone Yeah, this is the ache of words dripping on the bone These are my hands stitching my heart to my sleeve It's ill advised I know. Still, I can't ignore the need I took the needle. You pulled yourself close to me And these are my own hands stitching my heart to my sleeve Yeah, these are my own hands stitching my heart to my sleeve