Echoes
Smoke the whole week’s cigarettes
today.
Spend the whole time wishing you away.
I asked you to come back here.
I know it’s not you fault.
Had to take that final look.
Turned my flesh to salt.
All the words you sang to me,
They echo on,
Profound.
This is the end.
I better burn them to the ground.
Medicate the cuts,
Still leaving scars.
It’s been awhile and
I still can’t see the stars.
It could take a lifetime
To get back on my feet.
Iron out the wrinkles
Of all our tainted sheets.
All the words you sang to
me
They echo on,
Profound.
This is the end
I better burn them to the ground.
Said you were so fond of me,
You’d drag me all around.
This is the end.
And girl you’ve burned me
To the ground.
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