Well, it's 3AM again, like it always seems to be
Driving
I've seen boxes
Fills up all the things I never told
All the tables nice and clean
Evelyn's asleep
On the graveyard shift
Curse at your captain, and stow me below.
Hold me amongst
Wanna write one for you
The unwritable girl
Sleeps in my hand
This
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