I see the picture
It's black and white
It's slowly drying
Under street lights (under street lights)
Except for you
No one hears
The sound of drowning inside our own
Autographs faded
They hide away sometimes
To not be captured
Or shine like these eyes (like these eyes)
Except for you
No one hears
The sound of drying inside our own world
Heads up in this world on cloud 9
I won't fit into your picture frame
I can see anything and everything clear now
the voices and fake laughter
Silence hangs on a string
The sounds of the city
The phone rings and that shit seems the same

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