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I blow through yellow lights
To feel in control
And I
talk out loud to practice what I’ll
Say when you get home
I’ve got cold hands, but my heart is warm
The sad part is you’re not here anymore
I might have a bottle of old
sleeping pills in the drawer
If i could
sleep to pass the time I won’t feel
sick & uncared for
I want my way, for goodness sake
Does it ever get better?
Even when our time goes fast
My days go on forever
To feel in control
And I
talk out loud to practice what I’ll
Say when you get home
I’ve got cold hands, but my heart is warm
The sad part is you’re not here anymore
I might have a bottle of old
sleeping pills in the drawer
If i could
sleep to pass the time I won’t feel
sick & uncared for
I want my way, for goodness sake
Does it ever get better?
Even when our time goes fast
My days go on forever
Published 6th Jul 2022
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