The song said nothing
about my demise,
my fall to the floor.
Sparks from your stare,
cascade into mine
started a war.
Every conversation within you
starts a celebration in me,
till I got nothing left,
I got nothing left,...
Monday morning,
hungover, red eyes,
hide it all the way.
We walk through a crowd of strangers,
two minutes from your door,
you lived there all your life.
Every conversation within you
starts a celebration in me,
till I got nothing left,
till I got nothing left.
Out of it you handle it for everyone,
take a poison dart to my heart and then I'm gone.
Every conversation within you
starts a celebration in me,
till I got nothing left,
till I got nothing left.
These floorboards creaking,
my body's old.
The sun casts a shadow at dusk
that cuts through your bones,
your body and soul.
Every conversation within you
starts a celebration in me,
till I got nothing left,
till I got nothing left.
I got nothing left,
I got nothing left,...
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