To You

It's been a half a year now

And yet I still have water in my lungs

You seemed to have gotten all dry

Yet you claimed you felt the bitter sea

Maybe I already had too many holes to start

Never should've left shore in the first place

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Trapped like a flower in an open cell

For some odd reason, I can't move my fingers

Almost gripped the door

But I guess she just wasn't the one for me

Stamp a serial number and line up the next

Is this what they call the sweet chemical?

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If I had to be honest

I associated your face with the sun

And on the coldest days, when it's the sun I wish

I can still see your shadow in the sky

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