verbal metaphors out now

VERBAL COUTOUR, PARKOUR WITH THE METAPHORS YOU DRESS THE TRUTH IN SATIN AND I LET IT THROUGH THE DOOR PHONE LIGHTS LIKE A HEARTBEAT WHEN IT BUZZES WITH YOUR NAME I KNOW THE ENDING, STILL I TAP THE SCREEN AND PLAY THE GAME; YOU LEARNED MY RHYTHMS, HOW TO PULL ME CLOSE AND BREAK THE BEAT GAVE ME FAIRY-TALE APOLOGIES WRAPPED UP IN RECEIPTS LEFT FINGERPRINTS OF COMFORT ON THE COFFEE CUP YOU STOLE I MISS THE ECHO OF YOUR LAUGH INSIDE THE HOLLOW OF MY SOUL; LATE-NIGHT REWINDS, I MEMORIZE THE REASONS WHY I TELL MYSELF I'M STRONGER, THEN I LIE TO LIVING ROOM LIGHTS I CRAVE THE STATIC OF YOUR CALL, THE WAY YOU SHIFT THE BLAME THERE'S A VACUUM WHERE YOUR PROMISES USED TO HANG MY NAME; I MISS YOU LIKE A CHORUS I SHOULDN'T SING ALONG TO SWEET AS SUGAR, SHARP AS BROKEN TRUTH I MISS THE WAY YOU LOVED ME LIKE I WAS SOMETHING TO CONSUME GET UNDER MY SKIN, BABY, LIKE A DIRTY TUNE I KNOW YOU'RE BAD MEDICINE, BUT I KEEP TAKING DOSES I MISS YOU LIKE A HABIT I CAN'T DIAGNOSE, YES; YOU HAD A MAP FOR EVERY CRACK INSIDE MY CONFIDENCE YOU POINTED OUT THE MONSTERS THAT YOU LATER MADE ME SENSE BOUGHT ME LATE-NIGHT SERENADES IN NEIGHBORHOODS OF DOUBT TAUGHT ME HOW TO SMILE WHEN MY STARS WERE BURNING OUT; I KEEP THE VOICEMAILS LIKE RELICS, PRESS REPLAY AND BURN TELL MYSELF IT'S CLOSURE BUT MY EAR KEEPS TURNING TO THE TURN YOUR NAME IS LIKE A DOORWAY WHERE I LED MYSELF TO FALL I HELD A MATCH TO SAFETY JUST TO WATCH YOU WARM US ALL; I MISS YOU LIKE A CHORUS I SHOULDN'T SING ALONG TO SWEET AS SUGAR, SHARP AS BROKEN TRUTH I MISS THE WAY YOU LOVED ME LIKE I WAS SOMETHING TO CONSUME GET UNDER MY SKIN, BABY, LIKE A DIRTY TUNE I KNOW YOU'RE BAD MEDICINE, BUT I KEEP TAKING DOSES I MISS YOU LIKE A HABIT I CAN'T DIAGNOSE, YES; THERE’S FREEDOM IN THE SILENCE BUT YOUR VOICE IS PRETTIER IT PAINTS THE DARK IN COLORS THAT I SWEAR WILL FIT ME BETTER I BARGAIN WITH THE GHOSTS OF US, I BARGAIN WITH THE PAST— TRADING FUTURES FOR THE MEMORIES THAT HURT THE BEST AND LAST I WAKE UP WITH THE SHADOW OF YOUR APOLOGY ON MY FACE AND EVERY MORNING'S DIFFERENT BUT IT'S ALWAYS YOU I CHASE; MAYBE ONE DAY I'LL LEARN TO LOVE THE QUIET MORE THAN NOISE MAYBE ONE DAY I'LL FORGET THE WAY YOUR CHAOS SOUNDED LIKE A CHOICE FOR NOW I KEEP THE PIECES, KEEP THE PARTS THAT FEEL LIKE YOU I STITCH THEM INTO LULLABIES THAT TEACH ME TO UNGLUE; I MISS YOU LIKE A CHORUS I SHOULDN'T SING ALONG TO SWEET AS SUGAR, SHARP AS BROKEN TRUTH I MISS THE WAY YOU LOVED ME LIKE I WAS SOMETHING TO CONSUME GET UNDER MY SKIN, BABY, LIKE A DIRTY TUNE I KNOW YOU'RE BAD MEDICINE, BUT I KEEP TAKING DOSES I MISS YOU LIKE A HABIT I CAN'T DIAGNOSE, OH; VERBAL COUTOUR, PARKOUR WITH THE METAPHORS— I LACE THE PAST WITH RIBBON, THEN I LOCK THE DOOR I MISS YOU, YEAH I MISS YOU, BUT I'M LEARNING HOW TO BREATHE ONE STEP, ONE HEARTBEAT—ONE LESS CALL TO KEEP.