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Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun |
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And the days blur into one |
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And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done |
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Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline |
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Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass |
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Was never much but we made the most |
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Welcome home |
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Ships are launching from my chest |
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Some have names but most do not |
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If you find one, please let me know what piece I've lost |
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Peel the scars from off my back |
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I don't need them anymore |
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You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars |
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I've come home |
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All my nightmares escaped my head |
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Bar the door, please don't let them in |
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You were never supposed to leave |
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Now my head's splitting at the seams |
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And I don't know if I can |
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Here, beneath my lungs, I feel your thumbs press into my skin again. |
