| Current music: | From Autumn to Ashes, "Chloroform Perfume" |
The end result of so many meetings
At late night dinners with no one eating
We sit in corners and sip burnt coffee
Count the tiles upon the ceiling
Skip this pretense and cut straight to dying
Don't pick me to keep your eyes from crying
You said so much without ever parting your lips
It's past 3 am and I'm still far from sleep
This is a habit that I can't break
You're my only company
I'm skipping stones
Street lights flicker like this match in my hand
Begging to strike
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