You haven’t felt like that season we met
Draped in the balmy days
Under the stars positioned
On the east fault line

You play the worst of me on repeat
I’m parched for the life I thought you’d give
Do you think of me how I think of you?
Let me taste the stories I’ve been told
Take me piece by piece
Place me into what you want me to be

Composed by Atticus Mitchell
Written & Shot by Christina Bowe