As the cold world sleeps a feeling of hardship
It washes over me, washes over me, oh.
Like a cloud could swallow the sky, I fell off the slide.
I wanna slip away, completely unnoticed
No recollections of the unforgiving past
I could light some candles
Maybe this’ll be the last
A line of cars none of the real
I imagine it all
Symmetrical to the future
Feels like last fall
And as October flies by
The real question comes to mind
Lie down by my side
Will it be you that I find?
Why do they all have to lie?
Why do they do exactly what you die for?
Stick another post-it to the wall
I guess I want more.
I guess I want someone to know me
I guess I want someone to know me
I guess I want someone to know me
I think I want you to know me.
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