The lights are on and I wish I was you were home.
My lips are screaming pretty nothings.
My ears are bleeding for want of words,
Fuck words. I need actions.
Hope has left me fucking shattered.
Someone's standing on my chest.
Alone would be a pleasant change from here.
How do you gauge loneliness?
Have you ever felt so alone?
It feels like the light
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