The busy don't have time for tears
I'm so miserable without them
It's almost like they are here.
I guess I picked the wrong week to start storming out
My roof falls to the ground.
As seconds turn too blue for my blood.
I can see it on your face
It's almost like I've displaced every single nerve
Pinches to unearth
Those rotten words.
Every thought just leads to you like winding roads to beaches
And every word I send your way, you feed it to the leeches
Why don't you just get it?
Can't you get it?
Call your bluff.
I've had enough
Don't give up.
I'm married to my work and there's no place
For a hungry heart like yours
And a temper I never quite tamed.
Like sugar, our bonds once pure have now dissolved.
Every thought just leads to you like winding roads to beaches
And every word I send your way, you feed it to the leeches
Why don't you just get it?
Can't you get it?
Call your bluff.
I've had enough
Don't give up on all the picture frames we filled
For you and I, I'll make the world stand still.
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