Let yourself forget for a while you're a little more alone, and a lot less half of anyone. Set yourself sad, lay right. For all you tried you had nothing all this time. Reconcile it while we sleep opposite.
Now the things you never spilled would surely seem the same. We, finders, we keepers, shaking at the teeth. Shivering in spite of the heat.
Lose everything you tried to build. Oh now you filled the past with all the words you couldn't keep.
When the hurricane comes in, when the floods roll in, when my house falls down, when fences fall that I built around the ones I love - will the years spill at my feet? When my house falls down around me.
You can slip into solipsis, say you've got nothing to lose. You can dig in, burning earth and hope the smoke kills you first.
The shape on my shoulder was made that way by me. So take your pound out, so no-one can stand on me. This shape on my back makes me bleed. So take the pounds out, so I can be free.
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