Look at the lives we live
Lines on the mirror
And I can't stop drinking
You sell your fortune
And leave it for dead
And it's been so long
Since we cared about it

I've condensed the past
Into my soul
In my head
I admit I was upset
When my thoughts
Scared and stretched
My perfect mess
And I lived inside it
Just you and I
And this time on my hands

So softly, so slow
So softly she told me
So softly
So slow
So softly she spoke to me

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