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Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun |
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And the days blur into one |
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And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done |
| [00:59.82] |
Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline |
| [01:07.57] |
Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass |
| [01:14.23] |
Was never much but we made the most |
| [01:18.81] |
Welcome home |
| [01:44.38] |
Ships are launching from my chest |
| [01:52.00] |
Some have names but most do not |
| [01:55.78] |
you find If one, please let me know what piece I've lost |
| [02:02.47] |
Peal the scars from off my back |
| [02:10.66] |
I don't need them anymore |
| [02:14.39] |
You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars |
| [02:21.63] |
I've come home |
| [02:59.22] |
All my nightmares escaped my head |
| [03:05.28] |
Bar the door, please don't let them in |
| [03:11.46] |
You were never supposed to leave |
| [03:17.69] |
Now my head's splitting at the seams |
| [03:24.31] |
And I don't know if I can |
| [03:49.67] |
Here, beneath my lungs |
| [03:56.69] |
I feel your thumbs press into my skin again |
