I'm pulled from seclusion, dragged out of our room
This construction
If, if you want
If you want to be the one
Pulled from the liquor cabinet
Choose your mood and then start
When I said you looked good baby
I was thinking possibly
So you regret the last five years of your life
One, two, three
Everything I, you were, everything I once had
The
Days bunch up in weeks, collaborate in months against me
The
Petals broke from tips of roses
Hidden underneath my arm
All the
What started as a crush became an obsession
It was the
Accentuated by the mobile dungeon of fluorescence
As I fall out
The window fogs from my breath
My face pressed up close,
Oh with the color in your eyes a-blaze, sleeping but
Resurrect the evening, brought it back as if filled in
Filled
Yesterday's dinner's haunting me today
Blades in my stomach spinning
I awake
Is this a sign of our demise?
Or is it just
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