Aug 21, 2022 12:00
I've got a cupboard with cans of food,
filtered water, and pictures of you
And I'm not coming out until this is all over.
And I'm looking through the glass
where the light bends at the cracks
And I'm SCREAMING at the top of my lungs
pretending the echoes belong to someone.
Someone I used to know
"We Will Become Silhouettes"
-The Postal Service
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