I can't fall asleep so you overstay your welcome, I'm done crawling up to places torn and unwelcome,
I'm accustomed to this blank company
I'm moving thoughts like scheduled bus stops, swerving in memory lanes that's costed me to waste away
I can fall in steep places welcomed by your false pretenses and cheap escapes, I'm wasted in cheap places and broken windows, a familiar pain that keeps me pacing
Facing, more and more coping mechanisms to create along the way, all because of your fake escapade, it all fades away in fickle flames
Small trickling rivers of rain covering pains of windows stained by today and yesterday's cheap escape
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Sebastian Fowl
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