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cigarette smoke and broken words
Is my weak conscious whispering words through my mouth, and i wrestled with the idea of taking your place Friend, it s about respecting me enough
Cigarette smoke and broken words, and now i know what you meant when you said this room can grow so terribly cold Hotel, hoping somebody would come by and cut this rope
cause i got a new perspective on general anesthetics
And i stayed clear of the lack, cause there s a demon in my casket and i think that we ve fallen in love Books, and i m still asleep
And now i know what you meant when you said this room can grow so terribly cold, is my weak conscious whispering words through my mouth
and most nights
It comes across like a curse and i can t believe you said it first, and now i know what you meant when you said this room can grow so terribly cold One, and all your family learned how to believe in a void

to tell me why you re not
So i ll just slip back into my sleep, waiting for bones to break from the weight of what you lack Friend, to tell me why you re not
Hoping somebody would come by and cut this rope, and i wrestled with the idea of taking your place
Cigarette smoke and broken words, is my weak conscious whispering words through my mouth
i would spend all my time helping you find truth
It comes across like a curse and i can t believe you said it first, it s about respecting me enough
Watching your muscles ache from the stress in your back, the very words that i prayed would never come out
is my weak conscious whispering words through my mouth

It s about respecting me enough, and i wrestled with the idea of taking your place
Cause that s all that they could see in us, cause that s all that they could see in us, it s about respecting me enough
Hoping all of this was fake, the very words that i prayed would never come out Lose, cause we would cry and laugh knowing the past would not remain
Your apartment got so empty when you moved to that city with the streets of gold, your apartment got so empty when you moved to that city with the streets of gold, i would spend all my time helping you find truth
So now the final word on the final page, i wish it was you, so i ll just slip back into my sleep
Of the final chapter of this narrative we made, and i wrestled with the idea of taking your place
And i would argue with god, hoping all of this was fake
Hoping somebody would come by and cut this rope, is my weak conscious whispering words through my mouth Friend, cause there s a demon in my casket and i think that we ve fallen in love

And i m still asleep, the very words that i prayed would never come out, and i wrestled with the idea of taking your place
Cause there s a demon in my casket and i think that we ve fallen in love, cause saying goodbye hurts the worst when you know it s the final word
i would spend all my time helping you find truth