Half a Life

Verse 1

Visting hours are over

Leave my young, my..., my...

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You wait by the photograph

On the dusty mantle on the door

One day out of every week

Is never enough time to speak

The words that join this half with yours

A house divided...confused

Only half my heart is used

Not enough...to touch these

But don't stop whining until you're looking for words(?)

You'll find them(?)

Some people...anything that fits(?)

Don't you know there's something ahead

You just keep making do until you're dead

Until you're

Visting hours are over

Leave my young, my... my,...

You wait by the photograph

On the mantle on the door

But don't stop whining until you're looking for words(?)

You'll find them(?)

Some people...anything that fits(?)

Don't you know there's something ahead

You just keep making do until you're dead

Until you're