MY FAN IS CLUNKING AWAY IN THE CORNER,
PEN ETCHED ON MY HAND,
There's too much here, too much to get a straight answer,
I am full up of pain, full up of Vodka, there's too much at my door, breaking it down.
All of my sheets are ruined, coagulating, calculating, calloused.
I miss you so much that I've forgotten what it is to feel,
So I break my skin to remember - it does nothing to bring you any closer.
You're a million miles away, one street away, a life time away.
I am full up of pain, full up of Vodka, there's too much at my door, breaking it down.
All of my sheets are ruined, coagulating, calculating, calloused.
I miss you so much that I've forgotten what it is to feel,
So I break my skin to remember - it does nothing to bring you any closer.
You're a million miles away, one street away, a life time away.
This is killing me.
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