Coughing up your lines through the cigarette smoke, you turn on all the lights so you feel less alone. It's a cold night on the concord, but your words burn through the screen door.
Filling in the hole that you dug out yourself. A million different masks, you were somebody else. What a sad view from the backyard, just a place to buy a new scar.
Just help me. Just help me, please.
Please just help me escape this place or light the fire and float away.
Thanks for the good days, they were few and far between what we could be.
Thanks for the good days, they were few but they meant everything to me.
There's a time and place to make bad mistakes and you already had your fill. It's a long hard fall down that rocky shore - it's a wonder that you're still here. What a cold night on the concord.. and you're passed out in my exit door.
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