Dry face staying inside t‐shirt's
Blood stained broken eye
It's that top shelf painting pictures
I can see through
Big eyes turned away see me
At last I'm here alone, last chance
I remember didn't last too long
High noon coming closer to realize
All's gone, all's gone
Bull eyed on the outside
I'm your sea gaze last in line
It's that slow burn making movies
I can live in
Big ears turned away hear me
This time I'm gone for good
About face I surrender didn't last too long
High noon coming closer to realize
All's gone, all's gone, all's gone

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