On new year's day, we will change back to ourselves.

[sentimentalsway]

I can't remember who you are, but tomorrow I'll be you.  Just pick up the phone.  I'm calling from your house, in your room, in your name, lying in your bed, following your dreams.  I listen to your voice get caught in my throat.

I can say nothing here without extending an invitation to spitting hate and scorn.  But, I've got no one to blame for

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[anonymous]

choke on the words caught in your throat.

F#, B, D

that's the sound of music from the other room.