Shut up in my apartment thinking of what's now and who I use to be.
Close the blinds, I can never seem to get enough sleep.
Reclusive and empty feels right for me.
All of our old pictures are torn.
They've been weighing on me for too long.
I can't help but count the ways I blew this one by one.
I'll still feel last Autumn's promises in the air.
I'd rather be lost off of shore (a thousand miles away).
As far as I can get from your front door.
All of my best friends' words still can't fix all of this.
I would give anything for this to be over.

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