Mood: Dead.
Song: Ghost of York - As tall as lions
From the corner of my eye,
Saw you dressed up in white,
Saw you pass my eye,
Maybe I had too much wine?
I hope you come back tonight,
You never said goodbye.
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this song just brings back so many memories it's ridiculous,
Like ripping open a scarred wound and pouring salt into it,
yet this is deliciously satisfying.
As your dress flows,
You say that you're all alone.
I know I can't leave you,
Lonely, and on your own.
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God.
I hate nights like these,
Where all I can do is paint these circles,
Circles of blue and gray,
Purple, gold,
Occasionally pink.
I just hate these circles I'm painting,
but I need to study, study, study.
History can't be doomed to repeat itself,
Not on my watch,
Not this time.
I thought about you tonight,
And it scared me.
I love the way you made me feel safe once,
I wish I could have that feeling again.
I kind of need it right now.
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