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Watery grave/Midnight creeps

Wasting away
We all show up the front door begging
For the time and place
And he doesn’t know
He doesn’t say a word
Or even open up his sorry mouth
And I know he is faking
I know he lies through his lips

Do we all?

Gone away out the window
She is laying in a pile of leaves
The earth grabs her feet and I am there
Lifting her arms
I am there
I always was

In the nightstand reads a letter
To the creator
Her prayers to god
Peace be said
I am sorry