Fenwick Ct
I should have walked up your front door
put my hand through the broken glass
but the winter breeze kept me away
said you should be home in your own bed
he’ll be gone in the morning
Don’t you remember, I told you before
I never could speak but I can tell you every detail of how I drown in your eyes
What’s the point now, I already suffocated,
you left another trail
give it a year, it will disappear
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