Drunk, lying on the concrete
looking up at the moon
lazy light shines deceit
outside an empty room
Red engine revving in the distance
brings butterflies I swore I'd lost
but the possibility of never
distracts my hopeful thoughts
So I sing softly to the hidden sun
and listen closely for a sign
but the sinking feeling has begun
and I know it's a matter of time
Until I gather my courage to ask
the questions that plague my sleep
I constantly fuck up the past
and my present is full of defeat
The future holds no relief
and I'm the one who will deny
every word you'll never speak
every moment you'll never try
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