Every night i sit and write love letters in my head that you'll never hear every morning i wake up and i say hello to no one take me back to his gravesite where they last kissed me my last sunset so i close my eyes and i let the days pass me by end on end forgotten friends so put these memories on the shelf my rainy day trust funds empty eyes with vacant lips take me back to his gravesite where they last kissed me my last sunset i can't breathe trussed by our past go to sleep and don't wake up while you're taking your break i'm the only thing broken
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This album finely articulates the roller coaster of emotions that come with every relationship, especially those that ultimately fail. Gloomy yet cathartic. frank!