Least - Another Living Room

My own intentions
Were running away with me
Calling me comfortably
Hang on suspicion
Faking a lucid dream
Talk to me quietly

Mull it over again
What seems like centuries
Separate rooms in the end
It seems like destiny

My new apartment
Sit in the living room
Barely still think of you
Lay on the stairwell
Arching my back to hear
Letting the news appear

Be careful what you wish for, honey
There's no salt at your feet
There's no sun in your eyes
Be careful what you wish for, honey
Constantly at the helm
But you're sinking the ship

Oh what a world this could be
With thoughts of separation
Your love pours into the streets
And trickles into my lungs

Mull it over again
What seems like centuries
Separate rooms in the end
It seems like destiny

Be careful what you wish for, honey
There's no salt at your feet
There's no sun in your eyes
Be careful what you wish for, honey
Constantly at the helm
But you're sinking the ship

Written by:
Taylin Wills

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