the well went dry
the blood thinned out
i scrapped through
a thousand layers
of paint-like years
the secret's in
congested grins
i'm trying to find places to breathe now
and if this were a book
i'd call this song the final chapter
and if you read it
you'd be laughin'
if it could end right now
the last lines would be
my body jolted in
and out of stolen sound waves
the world expands or shrinks
on any given monday
tuesday evening dyes a room blue
friday's window has it's own view
and if this were a book
i'd call this song the final chapter
and if you read it
you'd be laughin'
if it could end right now
the last lines would be
good friend
how loud do
you want life
to shout her
answer in your ear
streetlights are streaming by on stiff necks
connected blurs brand the design of things
keep on counting them
maybe hold your breath
i'm trying to exhale you softly
don't be so vein
i'm not impressed in past-tense
i don't do impressions
the blood has dried
(good friend, how loud do)
now i can wash my hands with tears you cried
(you want life to shout her)
if you could frame this feeling
(good friend, how loud do)
at night it would whisper to me
good friend
how loud do
you want life
to shout her
answer in your ear
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