When there's no more left
Face the floor and kiss my head
Something never meant
Wasted more and feels like dread
Songs we'll never send
Fills my wall and you are red
But I am never set, I'm thunder
When there's no more left
Face the floor and kiss my head
Songs we'll never send hurts me more than paying rent
Calls that never end
Maybe I won't waste my breath
Never miss your chance
It's longer
In my home is my window it's so worn
But I know it's my heart that is so sore
I get so low but it's my window that I know
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