Descent together, if am so clever. Why paint new horrors, when I'm your only true sorrow? You forgive no one, for what I have done. I will address you later, with an idiot letter. Because there is something you ain't got. To give to you, girl I wanna give it to you. The things you do, the things that I was pulling you through. If I'm a writer, then you are entitled to something better, which you ain't getting. What is the shape of love to come? It's everywhere I go, it's in every single note. Used to live across the road, it's not that long ago. Am I doing it again, new loss around the bend. You fall in love with the city, I fall in love with the band. You fall in love out of pity, I fall in love out of hand. I understand, that you never will.

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