Fish

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There's still treads in the drive from where you parked
Still bowls in the sink from when you broke my heart
I was too tired to clean them
Now there's mold growing in between them

Still find wife beaters in my bed
Still have these thoughts floating through my head
Of LA where smog fills our lungs
Where you're not so old and I'm not so young

I know, I know, the fish and the sea they always say
I know, I know, this game that we're all supposed to play
But, babe, this empty room, it echoes loud
I know I'm selfish, for this I am not proud
Oh, but it's your hands that me sailing straight
And loneliness seems like the cruelest fate

This bed of mine still knows your shape
I don't love you, but still I wake
Expecting your arms around
This land you've claimed you found

Now we don't talk and we don't share
And I just can't stand this stale air
You say the pain's too real
But now I'm left with nothing else to feel

I know, I know, the birds, they peck, and the bees, they sting
I know, I know, giving up is the hardest thing
But, babe, if you leave now, you're not coming back
And when you yell, I don't know how to act
'Cause I am scared and I am young and I am torn
But you're not leaving me with much to mourn

There's still treads in the drive from where you parked
But my soul no longer bears your mark

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from SCARS, released July 1, 2014

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