...It became that the way I would say I love you every day that didn't fade or sway
was by rote, by rote, by rote...

...well I've been holding my breath
just trying to keep my heart in my chest
it never rests
since it slid out of it's comfy nest
but none the less
I'm bottled up to the crest
and I confess
ignoring this might be best...

...but the dead bed we regret shed light instead and fed the red lettered head
and the guilt spilt from a tilted hilt on silk quilts that were built to filter silt
we can slake ache holding fake wakes, but the snake that makes opaque breaks still takes
until we're undone by the spun tongues that we slung, they stung like stun guns...

...well I'm softer than down
but I've been boarded up, encased in stone
until the lushest of sounds
now just drone


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Lyrics:

I feel the heat and the sound
as the leaves lay their lives on the ground
with them, I remind how
nothing will stay the same
and though a husk of your life still remains
a heavy hope pulls hard on the reins 
and when our best leaves us left unwound
how do we mend the days?

With a synthesized faux-sunrise and unflagging ghosts, until the end

this stream flows beyond
anywhere anyones gone
when our hearts say so long
well theres comfort to take from this
when I suture these open wounds
I know that all that's been paused will resume
and though the lights not as bright to me
the world never stops, it seems.

I feel the echoes today
when the ocean etches your face
my souls been trapped in the wrong place
and I have nothing to say



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