Get Away
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I read her old notes and I see it now:
How she couldn't just cope, how it hurt her.
Staring down a barrel, trying not to cry
With her mother on the front line
Saying, "pull the trigger."
But I can't sit, wait, and choke
On hurried breath until.
Promises are made and hanging broke
As I dangle at the end of my wits and letting go.
I was in the road a lovesick maniac
Until I fired off a round of my own into the black.
But I can't sit, wait, and choke
On hurried breath until.
Get away from me.
Trying to fill a hole the shape of her silhouette,
I awoke naked and buried under last night's excess.
I'm drunk again on Sunday afternoon
Hell bent on making devils
What angels this morning blessed.
But I can't sit, wait, and choke
On hurried breath until.
Get away from me.
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