Looking back, on all the times we strained to have,
Haven't been here before, animated by the thought of your
Downtown’s five blocks away, meet me at The Redroom half
A looking glass the window
Holds a better place
Through it I
Please just blame me for everything, you can leave the
This is the hard part - the part that keeps
Leaving.
Not quite alone, not quite in company. Not quite with
Silence steps with every moment
The blue subsides and draws me
Sundays never fall quite right, will they just be swept
Now you can smoke all you want, hope it makes
I’m letting go, I’m letting go.
Like I should have done
It’s alright if you got me wrong. There’s no way
You can count all you like, but it won’t add
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