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the awful truth
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This is you leaving.
This is your plane.
This is the airport,
and this is my pain.
And these are my fingers,
and these are my chords.
And those are your bags,
and those are the doors.
Just give me one reason to stay here all day,
One little sigh and you'll throw me away
One look in my eye and the shine of those teeth and i'll stay.
I can't keep away.
Well, this is the clock,
it's five fifty-five.
it's November Eleventh,
I think I could die.
I think i could cut my fingers some more
on these chords.
Some nights I wake, I'm spun in sheets.
I go outside, to smoke my release.
I pull so hard, and I find it hard
to
breathe.
If you've told me once,
well i've told you twice.
This smoke is the only thing
that keeps me alive.
And since you left me,
I can't keep away.
I can't keep away.
I'm falling now
I'm passing out
I'm dreaming hard
Can you guess what about?
Awoken by silence in the deafening night
I am outside now,
I am all right.
Now I am driving, I'm going real fast.
I smoking my cigarettes, not gonna crash.
I get on the highway
And i drive away.
These signs are all flying
it's all a blur
the music is pounding
there is a whirlwind
of exhaust
and this smoke.
So:
let's count the ways I'll make it through.
I smoke out my brains until I see you in the haze of my mind that's clouding this little car.
or I drink till I drown, I piss in my sleep, I'll wake up in vomit, staining the sheets
I crawl to the bathroom....
I can't keep away.
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