Ceilings - I Planted a Phone Tree | Текст песни

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empty and unsettled. after that exchange, i am empty. you are full. i am unsettled. you are thriving. you left me
and i became a vast tract of dust and ash, blowing in a sad wind, barely a breeze on your cheek.

kiss the book
mind the edge
these lips are made of glass

chewing on these razorblades
to settle the shaking in my voice

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