Nowhere Near Sense - Brooke Bentham

It’s never been changing

Air in the morning feels good on my skin

Your skin next to mine, late at night

Living in my size

There’s a recognition that comes with this

It’s a static that I can’t escape

I shake up men with worn out smiles

Settled into the quiet

It’s funny how small things can wreck away at your life

When you’re not doing anything but living inside

Why can’t you hear me, fogged away and in my head

I’m nowhere near sense when I’m near you

I’m nowhere near sense when I’m near you

I died over you

I live under you

I died over you

I live, I live, under you

I’m nowhere near sense

I’m nowhere near sense