Sink


Sinking into an old love
Trying to see what I need
Placing the pieces on the table
Watching myself bleed

Talking to the radio
There needs to be more
Walking in circles again
Old wounds, closing doors

Never forgetting
Embracing the face i know
Fucking up till I can’t anymore
I’ll walk, I’ll stay, I’ll go

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