waterlogged
Waterlogged -Brooke Waggoner
In the morning there's a victory
For I claimed another night
It's just one more notch I carve into my belt
See the roses climb my window
And it sweeps me off my feet
What a perfect sight to call my very own
But I love my life yea I love my time
And the stillness of this sickness
Yea it sinks inside my bones
Underneath my clothes it nags it won't let go
In the fibers of my body
They are tired and they are worn
So they nourish in the coolness of the day
But I love my life yea I love my time
I love my life oh I love my time