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Waking Up Never Felt So Dizzy - Marietta

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My bruises
They'll come home to you
I'm on edge
Every time I move
It's like you want her just to take me away
You're waiting for her just to take me away

Your eyes
Are looking right through mine
I lied
But you were ready this time
When things fall apart
It's like you wanted just to take me away
You're waiting for her just to take me away
It's like you wantеd just to take me away
You're waiting for hеr just to take me away

You're taking it back but I remember you said
That I'd be sleeping alone on top a hospital bed
And the look your face was probably breaking my heart
But it's been too many days since you ran into my arms

Taking it back but I remember you said
I'd be sleeping alone on top a hospital bed
And the look on my face was probably breaking your heart
But it's been too many days since…

This Is Pointless - In Case I Forget

This Is Not For You

every window in alcatraz has a view of san francisco

A little sharpness in the air,
Words like salt that linger there.
You frown, I stumble, trip on my tongue,
But darling, it’s part of the song we’ve sung.

Sometimes your meaning slips through my hands,
Lost in the space where two worlds stand.
I think you’re colder than you mean to be,
You think I’m harder than I want to seem.

Sourdough love, a little bitter, a little sweet,
The cracks and scars make the flavor complete.
Through every fight, through every tear,
The warmth of us is what keeps us here.

You say I cut you, but I never intend,
I only want to be your shelter, your friend.
And when my voice feels too heavy, too rough,
You still remind me, love is enough.

Sourdough love, a little bitter, a little sweet,
The cracks and scars make the flavor complete.
Even when it’s sour, I still taste the truth,
Every bite is the proof of me and you.

It’s not the sugar, it’s not the glaze,
It’s the work, the fire, the patient days.
Love is a loaf, we break it in two,
Even the sour feeds me with you.

Sourdough love, a little bitter, a little sweet,
The storm and calm where our hearts meet.
Through every rise, through every fall,
This love is worth it all.

Sourdough love… sourdough love…
Sourdough love… sourdough love…
Sour but sweet, sour but lovely after all
Sourdough love… sourdough love…

Next To You

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