[Guante] One month, seventeen days ten minutes From the time I decided to test my limits On the wagon but it moves so slow No radio, no company, nojust the road I need to figure this out, hopes and lingerin doubts Its so cold in the winter this house Is so old and the floorboards creak when nobodys walkin Though even ghosts dont come around too often I pass time starin outside at the sky At the moon as it rises I Stay hungry inside wakin up so early But aint nothin to eat but cold turkey So even though I aint thirsty I just drink a little water and I hope that its working [Claire Taubenhaus] There was a fire I put out So it wouldnt burn us down But an ember hung around And its still burning, even now [Guante] But this is not a song about a breakdown This is not a song about love I can quit any time that I want to And Ill tell you when Ive had enough [Hook Claire Taubenhaus] Tell me whats missing when Im not kissing you When were just talkin about what were goin through I shouldnt need to touch you to be satisfied But when I said we could be just friends I lied [Guante] Drownin, sinkin down inch by inch in The sea that apparently theres other fish in The definition of addiction is this When youd kill for the thing thats killing you I really do swear a single sip of what I tasted on your lips Would help me come to grips with the fact that this is it Twelve steps from the kitchen to the bedroom TV preacher say He tests you to bless you I aint Job I need a rescue Rents due but cant focus on nothing except you When I turn the lights off in the apartment I halfway expect you to find me in the darkness It just still feels like something is missin And sometimes I wonder what the fuck was I thinkin And sometimes I wonder was it love or addiction And sometimes I wonder is there much of a difference [Claire Taubenhaus] When you ask whats on my mind I shake my head, I say nothing, say Im fine cause if you knew that it was you And it was all the time I guess Im scared of what Id find, terrified [Guante] But this is not a song about a breakdown This is not a song about love I can quit any time that I want to And Ill tell you when Ive had enough [Claire Taubenhaus] Tell me whats missing when Im not kissing you [Guante] But this is not a song about a breakdown [Claire Taubenhaus] When were just talkin about what were goin through [Guante] This is not a song about love [Claire Taubenhaus] I shouldnt need to touch you to be satisfied [Guante] I can quit any time that I want to [Claire Taubenhaus] But when I said we could be just friends I lied [Guante] I can quit anytime I want to
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