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no hope in the poconos
02:40
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He never greets her when he walks through the door
are there shutters over his eyes, incoherent while she is carrying
tangible signs.
Is pillow talk verbal language or an act of being mute?
because she lies silent and facedown most of the time.
What they built up here now wares on themselves.
Her sheets collect the tears, he is lying on the couch.
Grass can look green but it's just painted concrete.
This city has broken her and she tastes blood from the roof of her
mouth.
He never hears her attempts to get out.
She whispers how does one keep so strong, when your frame is wearing thing.
And the one you devoted all your time to has committed himself to sin
I'm buried six years now and
I always feel empty and whole at the same time.
I hope she learns from watching mine.
You deserve so much better and I apologize.
You deserve so much better and I apologize.
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2. |
winter, please leave
01:32
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Take it slow, compromise
to make things comfortable.
For your surroundings
because you always push your heart first through the grays.
In the way you laugh changed, my life's gradually
abraded.
I blame it on time and how quickly it can change.
You've sucked all my resources and now you're bored.
Please take my clothing now, they're yours.
Please take my words they're about to pour from my insides
and I mean every slur.
Strip me of all I've tried, I've tried to make this work.
Take it slow, the way your heart grows fonder
give me confidence I was so confident this
was over.
Know I won't visit anymore, climb your staircase
I can self assure you
that in a few weeks these
memories will all be a blur.
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ghosting
02:18
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There's a certain way the heart makes you tick
and your mind goes along with it.
So let your body get dragged in and you stretch paper thin.
So sensitive to every words
you hold onto.
A collective web of dead things different phrases with
similar meaning. And I think I've heard it all to understand where
this is leading.
I feel empty in most situations one thought process always on repeating.
I don't fit in here
I don't belong in the this conversation.
I don't belong anywhere.
There's a certain way the heart makes you tick.
And your mind goes along with it, so you let
your body get dragged in and you stretch paper thin.
Well do you think before you go off, again, she's
breathing heavy as transparency fill hers veins.
Will you remember this face. Will you remember this face.
Will you remember this face? Will you remember this face.
Will you remember this face? Will you remember this face.
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