BACKSLASHES AND BAD IDEAS lyrics : "WEARING THIN'"
From the stench of paint and thinner
I watched the leaves pick up and walk away
From the very thought of winter
I watched the ocean's floor retreat
At the notion of being seen
You see it's not that I hate change
It's just that I doubt I have it in me
I saw your ghost on the cross street
Of Huguenot and Drumgoole East
And I haven't come to terms yet
You set your sights across the pond
Now you're never coming back
I left everything I ever swore
I just could never part with
We took the bookmarks out of place
and rearranged the pages back accordingly
I swore the context is wearing thin
The space between the pages
Starts to blur like the lines within them
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