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Airport on a sunday
For some just an idle day but for us when I had to get away
5pm, Sunday
Your eyes beg me to stay, maybe I'm blind, cause I'm slippin' away...
From you...
12 am, Monday
I silence words in my head, a curse, that's better left unsaid
Fugitives of us, we ran away
Leaving all of these cuts
But nothing more to discuss...
With you...
Days since I can't seem to dry
Tears as the days go by