Ducktape and stickers

Sit with me if you want to hear
A story of life that fucks us everytime
Romeo met juliet but his vow was given to another
It's funny how it works with the one's not from town

Linking up with a lost member, makes you whole with every word
Together is so natural,time is the curse
Leaving the phones off, trying to hide from reality
Finding heaven for the few hours offered to me

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How did we get here, all I see is a stranger in her eyes

In a house that no longer feels like a home

And a lover who doesn't love me no more

So lost in ourselves, ducktape and stickers is all that holds us

We burn pictures afraid of what it may cost

You ask if a future is something to hope for

Too afraid to betray you, holding me close bringing back feelings I thought gone

On the road back to reality, trying to look back for everything

The sex is love, the love is life

Standing at the door with a smile that's about to die

Walking into a house of silence and lone

Wondering if ending it would save us all

The silence is more than normal, even the lights don't shine tonight

The house more than empty, a letter lies on the bedroom floor"you moved on and left me alone, I hate you for making me have hope"

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