Washed out
damp and alone
shed the stain
that I've grown to know

it's hard to swallow
with your hands around my throat
shed the stain
that I've grown to know
when every inch of you set in
I felt the warmth that had been absent
I can feel you in my bones
washed, ripe, to call your own

washed out
bored and alone
become the stain
I've grown to know

it's hard to swallow
with your hands around my throat
shed the stain
that I've grown to know
when every inch of you set in
I felt the warmth that had been absent
I can feel you in my bones
washed, ripe, to call your own

don't wanna push you away, no I
don't wanna push you away