Thomas Reid - Hang on to her tight

I'm so sick
Of how I always
It up

I’m so sick
Of how cold it gets when I sleep alone

This imprint in my bed won't go away
No matter how much I wash
Wash it away
Wash it away
It won't go away
I can’t let it stay
I couldn't make you stay

Wash it away
Wash it away
Please put your arms around her
And don't you ever let her go
'Cause she slips
She slips away (Slips away)

I'm so sick
Of the stares I get

Yes I'm fine please stop asking me, please
My eyes have been
Darting back and forth
Much more frequently
Then they probably should be
And I'm losing track of days
In this ever gloomy haze
Please don't look at me
Please don’t look at me
Don’t look at me that way
Please don't look at me at all
I’ve been feeling much less tall
I'm slumped over
Weighed down by all the burdens from the fall
And all the phrases in my head
That give me a reason to get out of bed
I just want to scream cause my hands are red
Covered in the blood
From when she left
And my heart went to bed

It never woke up (But you weren't there)
I can't wake up

Wash it away
Wash it away
Please put your arms around her
And don’t you ever let her go
'Cause she slips
She slipped away