A Rise And Fall Of a Dilapidated Home - The Newly Weds Withheld (Part 1)

Sound, you know you're malignant now
You can't talk about
How he impacted you thus far

And I'd be hard pressed to say
That I don't really care
And I don't really want to talk tonite
At all

Cars drive past the apartment
As the snow falls
And your head spins
So I'm going out for a smoke
And I don't wanna see your face in the morning

Ghosts just come and go

(Ghosts just come and go!)

(For good reason!)

Still I turn and cough into the sheet
When you're not there
You went out for a drink
But I'm the one who has the problem, dear?
(No, you're the one who has the problem, dear!)

Well maybe the sheets collide in ecstasy
And I'm still waving
I'm still waving my hands as a sign of relief
Well you're handling
You're still handling

The brakes
You're not too good with yet
And I'm still
Popping veins and the arteries in my chest
So you can't assume I'm numbered

A stale number
I wish you'd go

Written by:
Thatcher Stevens

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