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bruised knuckles in the passenger seat
its getting kinda hard to see
been driving all night and we're not there yet
i don’t wanna forgive so i guess ill forget
3 am the train gets in
i bite at my lip tell myself to breathe
you tell me stop smoking i tell you im fine
i tell you stop hurting me you tell me you’ll try
everything with you felt like a dream
but i pulled on the thread and i busted the seams
you say that you love me as you’re coming undone
i wanted to feel that but i’ve never loved anyone
deafening silence on a one way street
i miss the places I’ve been and the people i meet
the look in your eyes when im leaving your house
ate all the words in your heart and it wasnt enough
are you always going to be dead
i don’t wanna forgive so i guess i’ll forget
im sick of the nothingness eating me whole
this is the part where i go back to the cold
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terminal loneliness
02:35
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coffee goes cold in a cup long forgotten
and i stare at the ceiling to find time that I’ve lost
the sun hasn’t risen in days here its okay
the fog is my friend now i welcome her kindly
i erase the past from my mind like a chalkboard
I’m looking for something that i could hold on to
but theres nothing in this room except memories and shadows
theres nothing in my body except dust ash and sorrow
i’ve driven all night to a place i belong in
or want to at least if i can belong anywhere
theres people here that are friendly and thoughtful
its nice to believe that i could be one of them
they’re talking to me with honey in their voices
i talk back to them pretend I’m one of the boys
but they’re seeing through me like a fucking lace curtain
transparent and nude and I’m so goddamn certain
theres no place for me on this god-given earth
no matter how long i spend my time searching
ill always be heavy with this terminal loneliness
I’m sorry you miss me but I’m coming to terms with this
i need a cigarette i need to stop and think i need somebody to tell me that ill survive this
I’m tired to death of the still and the silence
I’m tired to death of the still and the silence
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i think im dead already
i think im not the sun anymore
all i can think about is driving
149 miles to collapse at your door
i think you’re okay now
with me or without me
i don’t think it matters if im in your life
no matter how nice it would be
this place is purgatory
and im tired of being lonely
i want to take the form of your pillow
and be there for your tired head
no matter where i am it follows
and theres no harder pill to swallow
than knowing that everything i do is for you
and you just think im dead
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blacberries Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Cedar
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