The holes in these notes have since been boarded up
I made enough mistakes to call it rough
My name is becoming something I've learned to forget
And when I said I'd leave - it was an empty threat
If I follow the moon I'll learn I've done this wrong
There's no expression left in any car radio song
Kicked around the thought of us
And the thought of regret
And I have had enough of these empty threats
But love grabs horns and shakes us to the core
Just enough momentum to start up from a rest
Possibly the most beautiful words
Mixed in with all these empty threats
My name is something i'm learning to forget
And when I said I'd leave - it was an empty threat

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