A lack of things to talk about I called you today I must have called you a hundred times The sea of noise is a ringing in my Ear as my lips conceal secrets Things i could never tell, god I cant die these little deaths Not again, as the moths eat Away the fabric of my stomach This is just a bit to familiar This beautiful lie This one fraudulent crime And you wont answer anyway Cause i know if you ever die I would have A lack of things to talk about Or id just lie
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