it's 5:00 i'm staring through the window in your head searching for a place to call my own an old piano on its last remaining breath waiting for the moment i retire to the quiet where i'm sure to be relieved comfort comes in bittersweet despair my life i promise not to make your headache worse sing this lullaby for old times
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