empty grows every bed - this could be my hoover dam | Текст песни

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• this could be my hoover dam

do you ever wander, do you stray from the pact
do you find laughter in all that is cast aside

they could hear the sadness in my voice
i'm all head in hands // thought maybe this could be my hoover dam
last call fr drowning in derelict apartments
eat shit down yr stairwell & call it catharsis

we're pissin' like it's poetry
fuck the number fourty three
s'pose that's all i'll ever be
a void or an anomaly
the girls i meet are not refined
\"the boys i mean are not refined\"
yr namesake ... an appendage leeched
i'll see you in caesura, lumi

some consistency, more than a week of things
yr never gonna get it no yr not
snapchat of you laughing at the ways in which you let things fall apart.

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