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There’s a black hole under my bed
And a shrunken sweater in the corner
And I hold everything close to me
Just like memories to a mourner

And out of my window I see a garden
I see the that winter has been cruel
I see the farmer’s boy is running now
I see you played me like a fool

We all need a little grey
But this prison’s black and white
I see my battery is draining
And now I’ve turned off all the lights

Tie a string and box it up
I can see that you’re afraid
Leave the pieces to themselves
Try again on a better day

If you leave me in the crawl space
If your belt feels way too tight
You’ll hear a laugh from miles away
And feel the pain I felt that night

If you’re thinking with your wings
You’ll never fly to anywhere
You might have a lion’s heart
But that won’t save you from the bears

And now you’re dreaming
Do you see a drowning soldier?
Was the strength they thought you had
Just the lies that you told her?


You stole a young dancer’s shoe
Used the ribbon to tie her up
Created the sound of deception
It made December way too much


Tie a string and box it up
I can see that you’re afraid
Leave the pieces to themselves
Try again on a better day

Now you’ve left me in the crawl space
Now you’re belt feels way too tight
So now you’ll find a letter that I left you
And struggle to read it without the light





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