My lipstick's covered in dust
There are no photos in my gallery
I'm stuck here carving heart-shaped gingerbreads
Thinking how we could've eat 'em together if things went how we have planned
Now I'm living on that one memory
The only matter connecting you & me
And my hand makes me grab that heart-shaped cutters again and again
Guess just to show you how I miss you my darling, friend
