We should be incarcerated for being criminals of love.
Your accomplice tied and bound, when they came to bag us up I still wouldn't make a sound.
You've used me up.
All the time spent debating where to go from here.
Where I fall.
And all these things I do, sleep I lose when I'm dreading waking up and shaking.
Looking for getaways, desperate for any way to stop.
Slow it down.
Keep on breathing.
Nervous, cold and tense.
Regain some feeling.
Drink myself some sense.
Whatever's left is failing.
This is my everyday when you go away.
Like time is up.
Like falling away.
Like a lifetime spent in loops, what's the use?
You've used me up.

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