she lives in a world
painted yellow by choice
tongue twisted reasons
just finding a voice
awake in the night air
alone and abused
asleep in the comforts
too tired to choose

she finds herself slipping
night fallen from sky
deep into the waters
unable to try

and these days
i feel like crawling
and these days
there's no use in falling
...these days

catastrophe's calling
its sweet bitter song
stop with your crying
you've known all along
over and over
she cries with the stars
down with the everyday
away with the scars
ashes to ashes
the mercury's calling again...

and these days
i feel like crawling
and these days
there's no use in falling
...these days

she finds herself slipping
night fallen from sky
deep into the waters
unable to try...

it's over and faded
the storybook's closed and she
can't help but wonder
if anything's frozen away...

like tears from a river
she feels herself go
just one final moment
to bury the hero

and these days
i feel like crawling
and these days
there's no use in falling
...these days.

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