October
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Black dogs barking at the door downstairs,
Steamy *bowl of* water permeates the air,
Fridge magnets, mispronouncing foreign words,
Memories that hurt.
Ripped up pillows symbolize who owns the room,
Walls unfinished, lost the artists touch,
Every little thing we did just came too soon,
I'm missing you so much.
Play with me and you'll get burned for sure,
So many *days* of feeling insecure.
Exit Ghost, dim the lights down low,
Will we find what's deep inside? I don't know,
Exit Ghost, I can see your soul,
Isolated, Contemplated,
Will we still remain? I don't know.
Red *crested cranes*, engraved on your chest,
I tried to fit into your heart, uninvited guest,
*I let* true love run right through my finger tips,
Conversations *into mud*.
Fall asleep next to the *lit up* screams,
A thousand miles away, one pillow shared,
Hell fire never, ever felt so sweet,
Now all I am is scared.
Play with fire *we'll get burned for sure*,
*all these embers, feeling insecure*.
Exit Ghost, dim the lights down low,
Will we find what's deep inside? I don't know,
Exit Ghost, I can see your soul,
Forgive me that we've failed,
Will we still remain? I don't know.
Exit Ghost, dim the lights down low,
Will we find what's deep inside? I don't know,
Exit Ghost, I can see your soul,
Isolated, Contemplated,
Will we still remain? I don't know.
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