it's stupid when it's short-lived
we let the feelings rust
and there's a silence, there's a dumb luck
there's a blind trust
and there's a train heading
toward a bed i slept in
i can't hold on with you like this
now i'm a subway rat
i'm a folded map of a hundred places
and you're a staircase to a rooftop
where the wine took the edge off
yeah you're a close call, but i got no service
i never do these things on purpose
i can't hold on with you like this

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