I REST MY HEAD WHERE I REST MY CASE (FT. JAXXON D. SILVA)

Angelic night, your whispers wrap me in a dream

Soft stars, they twinkle in a gentle gleam

Above the moonlight's tender glow

In your arms I find home

Just a room-temp glass of Merlot on the nightstand, melancholy baked in this

I rest my head where I rest my case

What a way to live above your means, ironic at best

Beatrix, lead the way, I'll follow you at every step

Beatrix, be my guiding light, I'll be your cross to bear

I'm split in two, covered in sawdust

All that’s left is residue, that's what I call melancholia

You a ghost to me

Nothing but a fatal frame

My memory stained, yeah, wipe this slate clean

Erase me, ah

Just a room-temp glass of Merlot on the nightstand, melancholy baked in this

I rest my head where I rest my case

What a way to live above your means, ironic at best

Beatrix, lead the way, I'll follow you at every step

Beatrix, be my guiding light, I'll be your cross to bear