Im just repeating tired words,Trying to forget what she said. They are begging me to speak Despite your song stuck in my head You should know this all by heart By now, by goodbye. The stars are turning grey in quick succession. Trace all the lines back to the source, Where all the veins converge and grow a pulse. Waste all the spaces between breathes feel my lungs collapse into the cold. Let every breath breed discontent. Sing these love songs into open wounds That I made with my failing kiss And sing so loud it hurts The way we used to dance in time And the way we used to speak in rhyme Alludes to the stage we played Scenes of much brighter days. I am such a slave to hooks that youve sung to me Ive been spending my nights softly sleeping in your harmonies Ive found myself sleeping within your melody Every single syllable is ringing inside my head
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