The collapse of the world on the quietest day
This time
I'm only a seed in your hand
I'll never be big
Stuck in a world of water and glass
Of recycled air
This is our true alarms
This is reality
We will do what
It's a comfortable sound
The passing cars that calm our bodies
Bring yourself and no one else
You come alone or don't
Taken from the deep
From the corners of our hollow memories
Bringing
What's a name
When in the darkness we all look the
Living as a metaphor pushed down to the bottom and
You're sinking in this and you don’t know where to
So you say I'm better off here
As dry as the
Some days come and some days go
Why do they get
Tell me, tell me can you tell me
That the page
I'm telling you son
It's been a long time coming
I don't
I get up and I walk away
I swear I wont
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