Now I've realized what you told were lies,
couldn't ever seem
Now it looks like we can't agree on the most
My eyesight is fading fast.
I can't see past these tears.
I
Your pictures are burning,
they're flooding the fireplace.
The flames, flames
Hope it's okay if I tell you that I fucking
Maybe in time,
these wounds will heal,
and all of these punctures
You said "Shut up, don't make a sound"
You tied me
You left us in the cold, in 1988
And all
This song was written on a napkin, exactly one week
These deadly reminders will haunt my life
I just can't get
So I’ll sit down upon these stairs
Where we made out,
We’ve seen the things only most people can imagine
We’ve driven
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