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August spent your basement apartment I fell through your floor, cradle and all I fell through your floor But I can't spill through your fist Until my hands are solid white My lungs are buckled tight together My sliding drawl is like a cannonball I'll slur myself to sleep outside your door There's a ghost way up the Northeast coast Then it'll break your heart harder than I could ever And that ghost claws at my arms It makes me do wrong, it makes me do wrong And it pushes you down and rattles the walls And it's sorry, it's sorry, it's sorry So even though it's cold And it breaks apart your bones It's floating urgently outside your door When you spoke When you speak broken on your knees I'm a joke I'm asleep, please Please, please, please, please I'll be on my feet if you want me I'll be on my feet if you need I'll be on my feet if you want me to be, hey