Empty joy
I scrape the bottom of this can
I look for love
I let you slide through my hands
And I know you didn't mean it
But you got me so undone
And I hope I’m not too late
Cause I would rather stay than be spun
Out on the line again
These old stars
Stories from the flame burnt out
I bite my tongue
I let it all come pouring out
And I know you didn't mean it
But you got me so undone
And I hope I'm not too late
Cause I would rather stay than be spun
Out on the line
Waiting for you
To come back home
And eat me alive
And I know you didn’t mean it
But you got me so undone
And I hopе I'm not too late
But I would rather stay than be spun
Out on thе line
Waiting for you
To come back home
And eat me alive
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