You’re way less subtle than you think
Glass house with a broken window
Cough up the water from your lungs
Just to fall back to the ocean
Remember what it’s like to be
A footnote on the page
Where I laid my optimistic view to rest
Some things are better unsaid
I’m putting pen to paper
But we’re both stuck on the same page
Do you remember what it felt like
Climbing over fences
To get back to your front porch
Cause I do
But now I’m not feeling anything
What do I say, what do I say
Still stuck in the same mistakes
Shovel in hand, I’m at it again
Still digging up your grave
Take it back where it started
Go
With broken hands I can’t so play me like a marionette
By the Fall we’re losing feeling so we fake it again
With broken hands I’m begging please just leave me time to mend
And we’ll start over again
You turn and you take me home
But now I’m not feeling anything
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