I sit in a kitchen alone with a guitar and stumble around the chords
I used to be so happy when i knew what i didn't know before
Write me a letter please just one more then I'll leave
But words are only as good as what they have as a feeling
Abandoned everything to be with you and be yours
I guess I found a way to slam a thousand doors
Just to bust out the windows when I'm lost in a black sky
We can argue and argue but sweetie lets silence ourselves tonight
It really is just a failed communication
I'm drunk on my own words and I'm choking on this situation
Light rum and something to write with and on
If you say the words I'll be gone
But angel I'll always be waiting
I'll be waiting
Coffee is always guaranteed to cheer me up
I guess I should just go to hell and shut up
This feeling could just fucking kill
I sit in a bedroom alone with a pen and I just want to say its here again
I'm in love with the feeling your leaving me in the end
Is that what you call the end?
It really is just a failed communication
I'm drunk on my own words and I'm choking on this situation
Light rum and something to write with and on
If you say the words I'll be gone
But angel I'll always be waiting
I'll be waiting


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