Old mistakes from Dive by The Sailing Tomatoes

Old mistakes,
looking to the past never again

My heart is blank,
purified for you

Slowly burn,
everything is there for you to choose

The ones to keep,
the ones to release

Now I know,
I don't look for answers anymore

Your bones are mine
they know how I feel

All this time,
smashing all my problems on the wall

My feet got tired
of walking away

Shake me off,
or take me to your darkest secret place

My mind won't rest,
keeps asking for more

All is clear,
ask me all the things I never knew

The dead were right,
the hunted were right

In the end,
there'll be nothing left for them to take

My skull is yours
give it a name

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