about you about me
the closest thing so far
cold coffee and empty pillow cases
another bored and weakened soul
wearing the shoes of a ghost
playing old records over again
this year has become a decade
trying to remember a friend
a heartbeat counting backwards
whatever you want me to see
lies underneath your skin
yours to forget yours to change
a part of you in every beat
busted neon signs over locked doors
this unstable state we’re in
stay with me ‘til we get through july
cheap lyrics made for radio
joni made her baby cry too
on the floor out of cigarettes
a crowded road through your veil
no such thing as falling gently
if only rails ran through this town
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