essential tremors

I, I thought I could feel you
Where we used to sit
And talk about the space
Where words do not exist

The house has been quiet
Now that you have gone
Your scent is in the wind
Just empty air to lean on

Running, running half-asleep
And I'm losing steam
Wrestling with myself
And all these memories

The closer that I get
To dissecting the regret
Honesty ain't free
And freedom isn't me

I found a little place
I only need one key
But I still find you everywhere
Leaning down on me

Life can be funny
When it shows its face
A single strand of hair
I guess the joke's on me

All the things I've slept on
You're my favorite fear
You're my favorite fear
All the things I've slept on
You're my favorite fear