Let's get it right
Before the hand hits 12 tonight
Cause I
Here I am, standing on top of your line, wasting
I leave no trace behind
And I won't say a thing,
Oh, the moon burns tonight
like a thousand stabbing lights directed
The wind dead in whispers
Shattered thoughts with your name inside
"Don't you walk. Run." she said
We live in a drinking
Glimmering in the darkness as shadows walk past
The rain falls
Staring again at the ceiling
and I'm watching you walk away
Watered
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