An unwritten memoir sitting in the drawer
The dresser full of clothes that no one's wearing anymore
Letters that you never meant to send
Enemies that need to make amends
A slow dance in the darkness, You and I
You look up at me to catch my eye
I ask you a question and you think of a lie
Slipping into darkness
Slipping into night
Tripping over napalm
Setting fire to despair
Burning every bridge that I cross
Travel along till I find love I've lost
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