me, my gibberish, & the moon - Field Medic

I crouch low and smoke with spiders

To keep raindrops off my head

I’m 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

Cause 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