Brian Paone

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Feel like cutting through (through...through)
Frozen to the sun (the sun...your sun)
Closer to the ground (the ground...your ground)
But I can pretend (pretend...pretend)
And I do it so well cause all in my head
There's not enough rain to wash away

I'm seeing stars through branches and I did not want to touch this tombstone

Deep breaths that stop to remind me
I wish this inhale could last twice as long as the breaths I breathe out
But I can't stop breathing out, but I can't stop breathing out

How hard can it be to replace all this blood with your scent
It's much harder than I thought it would be
But the blinds hold this darkness out
How hard can it be to replace all this blood with your scent
It's much harder than I thought it would be
But the blinds hold this darkness out
...hold this darkness out, hold this darkness out

Feel like cutting through (through...through)
Frozen to the sun (the sun...your sun)
Closer to the ground (the ground...your ground)
But I can pretend (pretend...pretend)
And I do it so well cause all in my head
There's not enough rain to wash away

I'm seeing stars through branches and I did not want to touch this tombstone

Deep breaths that stop to remind me
I wish this inhale could last twice as long as the breaths I breathe out
But I can't stop breathing out, but I can't stop breathing out
BREATHE OUT

It was 3am when I closed the door, funny how that time seems to haunt me
You tasted like the colors you wear and the stars are closer than the branches holding me
Holding me, holding me, holding me

So the cold got hot on my forehead
And now your scar is on me and my pillow
And it's keeping me up or it's helping me to sleep

I can't taste you when I exhale
So I inhale, few more times
I can't taste you when I exhale
So I inhale, few more times
...fuck

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