Little Expressionless Animals - Memoryhouse

Softly held the light beneath your skin, your skin

Never drew a breath between our names, our names

As you come aware that something’s left, it’s left

Everybody knows that you are dead, you’re dead

I can feel this place becoming what it never was

Do we embrace the hours, as if we never lost

One lonely resignation;

tethered to your thoughts

I’m dreaming through these motions, in hopes that it will last

And I won’t follow you back

I won’t follow you back

I won’t follow you back…

I won’t follow you back home.