With all of the comotion and butane in my veins
It's hard to recognize, these faces all the same
Waiting for that moment
when will it come and find me
For hours I stare at the clock
or at least i think hours
the numbers only change
when i'm not looking
It's as if the time is afraid of me
Meanwhile in the backround
the tv fuzz goes dead
and i know I'm not alone
I feel you
coming closer
I know it's in my head
but i can't wait to taste you
This illusion has gone too far
I argue with myself
if it's not you it's something else
it's haunting that mind is far away
it's still back in the day that i hurt you
I've got a scar with your name on it
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