Second list at home while
the comforting remains
unchanged and unsame
1000 yard
Wake up Blondie
This is your message
You struck deep what most
When it comes and doesn't
fold before it's done
When it shades
Prop me up and keep just one hand talking
While
Sleep now say my eyes
because I'm so tired
But I can't
Reach out
For I cannot recall
Blurred nights, hands like ice
Spinning bathroom
And I can still remember
nights filled with forty-fives
Only the lonely
Two cigarettes
Lying close together
Trying their best to forget
The heaving in
Let's give up
Let's give in
Desperate, pathetic, the same place I've
Hey pretty, what's on your mind
nothing here, an endless night
fed
lost yourself in the couch
swimming with all the change again
waking
a voice says dont bother screaming
day one has come and
The thin part is feeling so suffered.
This bedroom, a voice,
Taken back you favorite
wet soaked anecdotes
I can't see the clock
I think I'd be lying
if I said I don't enjoy
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