So your friends they all left you
moving on to something to someone new
moving on and on and on
we have to find a way
to open up a door thats standing there in front of you
and close the one we leave behind for something true
I don't have any time to make any sense of this at all
Filling all the empty space around you
Paper over cracks that fill your head
Constantly in need of what you know you never have
Living there with you
would be a kind of living hell
Living in a town you misspronounce and cannot spell
sitting around a fire that never keeps you home
I never want to be part of the violence
That surrounds your heart these days
Just passing through the town
I saw your face
Constellations swirling through the old genetic pool
Tuning chaos no benefits no benefits from rules
I don't have any time to make any sense of this at all
Filling all the empty space around you
Paper over cracks that fill your head
Constantly in need of what you know you never have
Living there with you
would be a kind of living hell
Living in a town you misspronounce and cannot spell
sitting around a fire that never keeps you home

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