Forward the messages from your phone,
direct them to the back of my mind,
make sure it's something I'll never forget.
All my choices are things I'll always regret,
as you sleep in his bed,
I let it get to my head,
all the sorrow and dread,
I've ever seen,
no spirit in the waves.
So slowly,
I'm breathing.
So slowly,
I'm living.
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