1. |
doorstep
01:14
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when you left
did you kick yourself
for leaving laughter and love
in exchange for someone else?
sleeping on the floor
waiting at your doorstep
a reminded to myself that
i'm only human and nothing more
you said i matter
but not to you
i guess it's fitting
i know it's true
i don't matter
it's nothing new
bad habits
make for old news
you said i'm cold
i said i'm sorry
i said i love you
you said that's funny
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2. |
stranger
01:51
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and i'm starting to forget
the freckles on your face
and the cuts on your fingertips
and that sadness in your eyes
all my sadness in disguise
who are you?
stranger
in my room
you showed me
real love
through and through
and i'm starting to wonder
why i even left
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3. |
homebody
03:27
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washing dishes without you
my plate is left untouched
sitting alone at the kitchen table
i'm waiting for you to come home
i haven't locked the door since sunday
i'm hearing knocks but no one's there
i still see your face in the shadows
i'm waiting for you to come home
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4. |
the end
00:36
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would you do it for love
even if you lost everything?
would you do it with hate
if it felt like ecstasy?
what would you say
while you lie next to me?
too much to stomach
but i would do it for love
because now there's nothing left of me
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