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Your love is like one last breath of salty air
Your love is like a map that leads to nowhere
A wine glass on a concrete floor
The overuse of metaphors
The straight ahead in a sideways glance
Like the misstep in a dance
And I didn't see this one coming, now I'm in too deep
I think I'll just keep swimming down, down, down
There's no point in trying to reach dry ground
I'm drowned
Annons