switch off the light
we never learned how to fight
busy always fitting right
being young hurt my pride
nearing in on the songbeing yours was my drive
i always choose wrong
you feel long ago
i shouldn't be left so
alone with my thoughts
the ice is too hot
don't point out the bags
shiners from sleep
the bruises on my shins
shiners can weep
i'm really fucking sorry
i didn't mean to quit
hermeticism suits you
fine but i never could keep it
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