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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