Benjamin Longman - Letters | Текст песни

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Words arid, syllabic potpourri
Loving you doesn't make sense to me
You're getting old and we know I've moved on
Why do we act as though nothing is wrong?

//My love is in your letters
//My home is in my songs
//And I've been living here too long

Keeping in mind what I know we've been through
Darling don't think this reflects upon you
I'm getting sore by the fit of this shoe
And leaving you is something I just have to do

//My love is in your letters
//My home is in my songs
//And I've been living here too long

Heart arid, aortic potpourri
Darling, these Ghost Months mean nothing to me

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