but it's nothing that I'd wanna read,
I'm keeping holes in my heart so you can slip it in your notebook,
I'm leaving messages on phones just hoping that you'll look,
Airing out my sins
But this isn't making sense
There's just not enough of you to go around.
I'm talking words that don't make sense to you,
still there's nothing that you'd try to do,
My house is held up by empty pedestals you stood on,
All the candles burnt out on the mantle since you've gone,
Hanging on this anchor's chain
I'm drowning while I try to change
This ship has sailed and sunk, tide's come in, goodbye.
....dm....
It's true, writer's block is a slow painful way to
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reading this makes me feel like i've lost
i don't know who you are. but i know how that feels.
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