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Passed out in your
My clothes were in the morning rain
My head's just a bruise, like walking in a
a battered drone
All my limbs are

I've been past your house
pounding at your door
I know I'm a peon to you
But I deserve
arrogance

My hearts are on the sleeves of my shirts over your lawn
And the morning dew... them

Drunk on Day
Throwing pennies at the birds
Scribbling plans on
A sketch of broken wings under your bed
My

over to your house
I'll sneak in the door
I know been an asshole to you, but that was before
The argument, the
Well, I've heard it's just a matter of time the hour is spent
And my hour is
I can't it this time
I afford this time
I afford this time
I afford it...

The has come for retribution
I'm storming the walls
I'm storming the down
The has come for retribution
I'm the walls down
I'm storming the down
this night's done, the wounds will be gone
I'm storming the down
I'm storming the down

The Dirt of the
Less talk, dancing
If we could push off the sick one more night
I would
My shoes have gathered the dust of the
Have I soiled gown?
There's soil on your gown, sangria
the heart
Our clogged hearts are choking on the
As the big waltzes on
Your stranded whisper...

"The is out.
I can smell her on velvet hands."
The is out --
are we stuck in the motions

Oh, but was it
In the
Sangria, you bless
The starving
Such lips
Would choke on all this
I've found some under my nails
scratch and bite until...

The is out
but burns under my skin
The is out --
I thought I'd wash these hands again

my skin....