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Love Letters

Love Letters

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Like pictures on my TV or tiles on my kitchen floor

Or miles, beers, and ghosted plans just more more more more more more more

I just can't stop thinking, baby, night after night

How we both look like shit under these gas station lights

I hang my feet off of my trestles, hang my head when you come around

Maybe tonight I won't stay up just to put myself down down down down

Toss bottles off my rooftop, hear them shatter in the street

Stumble through this maze of alleys, pick the glass out of my feet

There's nothing that I wouldn't steal for you

No roof or bridge I wouldn't climb to feel like I'm alive

I went to your sob story and all I got was a fist fight

I might not tell you the whole truth but all you do is lie lie lie lie

The slowing of your breathing, the slurring of your speach

The burn marks on my legs, the stepping stones down to the beach

The way you're looking at me, baby, you're so fucking out of reach

But the stars don't look the same since your body found peace

If every shooting star we wish on's just a chemical burn out

We can tell each other's futures in the burn holes on my couch

And if the stars don't look the same when my luck finally runs out

Dump my body in the sunset on the hill beside my house

Between the road head, the road rage, the DUI's

You've got many roads to follow down the pupils of your eyes

And if the stars just look the same after hours on my bike

I guess I fucked it up again but all I can do is try try try try

All you can do is try try try try

All you can do is try try try try

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