Ope - French Exit

Can't help but chase the feeling
Wonder why, I don't cry
Do we dance with death or healing?
I'm a fire, I ignite

I'll meet you halfway
That little place
Off the interstate
We'll be strangers
Periphery, outskirt reality
New names for numbness temporarily

I've gone to stars in a french way
You write your bars like it's your last day

Don't front, this is a call
Can you hear me, can you feel me now?
I can't think at all
I still hear you, I still feel you now

Vacant building, aging ceiling
You and me, rusting and withering
Indemnity, complicity
Idling silence and being
Stage set, catastrophe
In love but returns are diminishing
Loose grip, atrophy
Mile marker not goodbye but leaving

I've gone to stars in a french way
You write your bars like it's your last day

Don't front, this is a call
Can you hear me, can you feel me now?
I can't think at all
I still hear you, I still feel you now

Written by:
Aaron Smith, Emily Smith

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