The night bleeds day, with every breath I take reality brings, bright eyes, smooth skin.
So what is left from this, a bottle of broken self. In a moment it'll all be gone, til the next time when it all comes back.
Come on, feed a lie, watch the birth, kiss the dirt. kiss it.
Next time has come and gone, what will bring the end, a promise thrown into the night, or a little reminder.
So what is left from this, a bottle of broken self. In a moment it'll all be gone, til the next time when it all comes back.
feed a lie, watch the birth, kiss the dirt. kiss it.
Searching through these pieces, looking for your shadow. Getting closer all the time.
Countless words, in a sea of explanation, flailing to grasp, a rock (to stand).
Shoulda let you go
Searching through these pieces, looking for your shadow. Getting closer all the time.
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