Hahira - Febrile | Текст песни

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So let's turn the page. I don't know what I'm living for and I find that thought a thrill
I'll always write it down. If I don't pick up the pen I'm just the owner of a landfill.
So let's never stop. And agree to compare notes on our lives in the moments between the full stops.
It's hard to know if there's life in infamy but what else am I living for?

I spill more ink than blood

There are always going to be bad days
So don't blame it on the writer's block
Think with your fist, put it in ink. turn the page black
We are a knot unravelling.

variations invocations deprivations interpretations
of all things I never said

So who will be five years from now (five years from now)
Hopefully distraught with who we are today
Complex assumptions about knowing the right way

So what will we be ten years from now (ten years from now)
Hopefully on a path that's going the right way
Comfortable with everything that we threw away

variations invocations deprivations interpretations
of all the things I never put in words

I watch you erode
Like a shell on the beach
By the sea and by the sun
without a care for yourself or anyone

Pick up pick out
take up take out
bought and sold fought and won
yours isn't a notebook full of pointless, shallow words

It's just an empty one

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