Rest - Vérité

I try to count my blessings, lying on my couch

Tiny little pieces falling out my mouth

I try to break my bones to fit inside the spaces

The smallest confines of what I created

It's how I rest my head on your chest

And the combination of guilt and regret

I will learn to suspect

It's my fault I can't rest

Anymore, more

Try to come up

Try to come up

Try to come up, come up

Try to come up, come up

Tell myself it's love when I can't sleep alone

I tell myself enough when I know it's not home

It's how I rest my head on your chest

And the combination of guilt and regret

I will learn to suspect

It's my fault I can't rest

Anymore, more

It's how I rest my head on your chest

And the combination of guilt and regret

I will learn to expect

That you're gone

I can't rest anymore, more

Try to come up

Try to come up, come up

Try to come up

Try to come up, come up

Try to come up, come up

Try to close my eyes

Try to come up, come up

Try to close my eyes

Try to come up, come up

Try to close my eyes

Try to come up, come up

Try to close my eyes

It's how I rest my head on your chest

And the combination of guilt and regret

I will learn to suspect

It's my fault I can't rest

Anymore, more

It's how I rest my head on your chest

And the combination of guilt and regret

I will learn to expect

That you're gone

I can't rest

Anymore, more

Try to come up

Try to come up, come up

More

Try to come up, come up

Try to come up

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Try to come up

Try to come up, come up

More

Try to come up

Try to come up, come up

More