Hollowed out he knew her;
Outlined, chalk line figure
Two souls at a highway toll
She can hear your secrets
Running round like demons
Fall right through you just like smoke
Hollywood envisioned
Not alive but living
Sun that drags you out of bed at night
When all of it has to go
Permanence has a spot in hell
You probably should’ve known
She wanted to ask you back to Mexico
Mexico
Isolation lingers
When morning silence shivers
Sleeping on the other side of the world
Never see the absence
But always feel the vastness
Of the open wound before it splits
And you could leave tomorrow
With the car you borrow
But it’s too late now
And traffic has hit the roads
One day we’ll leave the snow
Maybe we’ll find the Milky Way
No one will have to know
That we went to Mexico
I wish I wasn’t younger then
Nothing hurts like yesterday
A relit cigarette won’t taste the same
But I hate the way we’re strangers
I wish I wasn’t younger then
Nothing hurts like yesterday
A relit cigarette won’t taste the same
But I hate the way we’re strangers
I wish I wasn’t younger then
Nothing hurts like yesterday
A relit cigarette won’t taste the same
But I hate the way we’re strangers
Outlined, chalk line figure
Two souls at a highway toll
She can hear your secrets
Running round like demons
Fall right through you just like smoke
Hollywood envisioned
Not alive but living
Sun that drags you out of bed at night
When all of it has to go
Permanence has a spot in hell
You probably should’ve known
She wanted to ask you back to Mexico
Mexico
Isolation lingers
When morning silence shivers
Sleeping on the other side of the world
Never see the absence
But always feel the vastness
Of the open wound before it splits
And you could leave tomorrow
With the car you borrow
But it’s too late now
And traffic has hit the roads
One day we’ll leave the snow
Maybe we’ll find the Milky Way
No one will have to know
That we went to Mexico
I wish I wasn’t younger then
Nothing hurts like yesterday
A relit cigarette won’t taste the same
But I hate the way we’re strangers
I wish I wasn’t younger then
Nothing hurts like yesterday
A relit cigarette won’t taste the same
But I hate the way we’re strangers
I wish I wasn’t younger then
Nothing hurts like yesterday
A relit cigarette won’t taste the same
But I hate the way we’re strangers
( Grace Conheady )
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