Sixteen Floors - Waxflower

Evening, in my room

The faintest scent of you

Laps against my conscience

I miss it everyday

It’s a breakdown on the carpet floor, that day

It’s the iron hot and branded in my brain

Pulling out the worst words I could say

«I don’t want this anymore»

«I don’t want this anymore»

Float right through me, I’ve been waiting

All this time spent contemplating

How I fucked up, it’s 16 floors

Between me darling, and your-and your door

And I called it off, and I broke in too

I wish that I could be a better man but I’m not one to

God I want to, God I want to improve

I’m making excuses everyday

But these are the real words that I want to say

These are the real words that I want to say

So can you just meet me tonight

Maybe we can pretend it’s alright that I never left

I’ve been thinking about it and

I want to be a friend

But what kind of friend am I?

The broken and fleeting kind?

The one who you wish would die?

Yeah, that’s alright

Sometimes I wish it too

And I hope I get through

I hope I get through

Float right through me, I’ve been waiting

All this time spent contemplating

How I fucked up, it’s 16 floors

Between me darling, and your-and your door