Leaves

Now that you've seen the ghosts,

and you've drowned yourself,

Now you're left here wondering,

Will your martyr come back?

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Nothing is undone

But it's still covered in stitches

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Pulling back my eyes,

and it's all I see

Your tempting suicide is calming,

but will I let myself?

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Call me back 18 different ways

And not one gives me a fucking clue

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Drinking from your wounds,

same taste of my regrets

Similarity is what killed you,

and it's what buried me

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Nothing wants to end

But something wants a reasonable meaning

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