End All by Narrative
Say when and I'll come,
hang my coat at your door.
You can touch me all you want,
with one eye on the clock.
I hold you here in my mind,
Where I am coming undone
With fleeting emotions a landslide is born
and the pieces will tumble through cracks in your floor
Silence is stating intentions
Louder than anything we've ever mentioned.
All that was promised has already fled
Just hold me 'till it ends.
Echo, your voice seems to haunt me
(Oh you should go)
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