This couch is like an island in the middle of the sea
It’s not even comfortable and I really need to leave
But somethings wrong with my head and I think it’s preventing me
From ever getting closure or moving on from anything

And this whole place becomes nothing
But a tainted memory
Bury the rest of those with my head in the sand please

So when the waves wash around me
I am stationary
Instead of flailing
My limbs and body

I’ve never been solid
No I've never been anything
Other than misused and thrown away

I’ve never been solid
No I've never been anything
Other than misused and thrown away

You touch me as the light fades
From the room and I pretend I’m sleeping
While I search for the words to try to fix this
But I think we both know those words don't exist
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