When I get home at the end of the day,
My house will remind me of where I haven't been
I'll be looking for no one within the familiar walls
And I'll feel nothing when I get in.
But I'll think of you, my deepest fascination
The darkest doors locked only to protect you
It is for you, and you alone I wish to remain
But it all turns black just to bitter my shame.
The pools beneath the window reflecting pale faces,
Cold hands, the quiet voices, and you've had your stay
so you get in your car and shoot the sapphire headlights
Into the ghost people passing away
I am standing in the distance, far faded behind,
Wondering when you'll return to these towns
And if I'll still be around.
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