I see the birds flying their way back home
Of this vesper I can only catch the red...
Calling me, I'd rather go alone
I'd rather
Take all of this out of my bed

I know that joy is not real
I know they will all lay alone
faking it all, it's just spiel
I fall on my knees
And I
I don't wanna be a part of this

I can't truly trust any face
When every embrace must be fence
Can't tell for sure what's a real mistake
and what is just another venom enhanced

Left this open door
Just for keeping you out of the road
I could try but I could never pretend
Because I search for more.
I can't make you go
But I can't let you stay

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