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these lines keep crossing and i'm fading and some girl that
looks just like me is taking over and i'm very sorry.
you deserve better.
or maybe we both do.
maybe the more i try to convince you to leave me, the more
you'll consider it and then leave and i'll beg you to come back.
that sounds about right.
every night the moon shines on the peak like a hollow ghost
and i wonder if there's someone looking in my windows, and if
i should be scared or flattered or both. i change in front of my
windows hoping i'm still attractive enough to make some lonely
man come watch. i don't know if i care about danger anymore.
my job hurts and so does food and i think if you leave me one
more time, death is a good option.

i have too many journals that never get finished and a room that's
as empty as my head, but you still climb into my creaky bed and
keep me company sometimes and that's fine,
but i guess i want to know why.
i've asked you too many times, i know, but it's nice to find out a new
reason why you haven't left yet. the more reasons you give me, the
better i feel. the less likely i'll feel terminal.
maybe i shouldn't be telling you this
and the clock keeps ticking when you leave me behind.

Description
these lines keep crossing and i'm fading and some girl that
looks just like me is taking over and i'm very sorry.
you deserve better.
or maybe we both do.
maybe the more i try to convince you to leave me, the more
you'll consider it and then leave and i'll beg you to come back.
that sounds about right.
every night the moon shines on the peak like a hollow ghost
and i wonder if there's someone looking in my windows, and if
i should be scared or flattered or both. i change in front of my
windows hoping i'm still attractive enough to make some lonely
man come watch. i don't know if i care about danger anymore.
my job hurts and so does food and i think if you leave me one
more time, death is a good option.

i have too many journals that never get finished and a room that's
as empty as my head, but you still climb into my creaky bed and
keep me company sometimes and that's fine,
but i guess i want to know why.
i've asked you too many times, i know, but it's nice to find out a new
reason why you haven't left yet. the more reasons you give me, the
better i feel. the less likely i'll feel terminal.
maybe i shouldn't be telling you this
and the clock keeps ticking when you leave me behind.