Shut up in my apartment thinking of what's now and who I use to be. Close the blinds, I can never seem to get enough sleep. Reclusive and empty feels right for me. All of our old pictures are torn. They've been weighing on me for too long. I can't help but count the ways I blew this one by one. I'll still feel last Autumn's promises in the air. I'd rather be lost off of shore (a thousand miles away). As far as I can get from your front door. All of my best friends' words still can't fix all of this. I would give anything for this to be over.

Old Problems- pipe dreams

A bloodied sword desires to be cleaned and returned to its sheath,  a sheathed and shiny blade desires to be drawn and bloodied.

Old Problems- pipe dreams

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