Detached, conflicted
Burying these wounds beneath fake smiles
Polite cuz I won't show you honest
Placebo thrill
Both of us will follow cliffs into the sunset
Losing what was tethered
We belong together
Suffice to say you just don't feel the same
So separate
And let demise breathe through these weighted lungs
Plagued from all our punishment
I'm just a sponge and a chimney
Funneling my disapproval
Finding it hard to speak my mind
Conversations fake and boring please don't waste my time
Empty bottles means I collect
Tally marks means I'm a wreck
This zombie walks, this zombie talks
It even looks like he's alive
Better intentions, you left us in my hands
As if fucking us up was something that I planned
I even check old shit like when you left me voicemails to tell me that you miss me just so I can sleep alright
Gone is never gone when I hold onto everything you are
Come home, we can breathe again
Come home, let us breathe again
This life needs life
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