Juna - Notes on a Penance | Текст песни

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Balled up confessions speak
Distances in moments
The length of a world’s width creek.
Nine hundred seventy two days
Measured quickly
by sinking self-worth.

but where am I left?
What is there left?
Just left with nothing but time.

Hours spent on walls
replacing each layers
white over vibrance

Each somewhat alike
Less a distraction
Than a metaphor
Its grip on my back makes my skin crawl

Because you can’t cut out a hole
All I can do is wait for it to scab over
I’ll fill mine with chalk and spirit
It’s an empty ache
Learn a new role.
Reject the whole.

Actions forced permanence
Brief falter your intentions
Harvest the aftermath.
Do away with the moment.

but where am I left?
What is there left?
Just left with nothing but time.

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