Facts from Bent by Seer Believer

I found out
My ear to the pavement
The statement we made was all wrong
It’s all wrong, the needle was off, the records are lost
Erased in a house fire
And my face burned up
Believing late night stories beside a bed of lavender lies
Feels like it’s just our time

We’ve been lost a time or two
But we needed the concern
There’s no window to an out
If perspective’s overturned
And you spun me around again
Like I spin you around again

our chances drifted away
we’ll be soaked if we waste it
it’s so close I can taste it
the hours and your dried dead flowers hang in vases unseen
why did you come for me?
a framed and faded memory of what you’d hoped I’d be
it's all wrong, you’re all wrong, I don’t believe that it’s the end of it all

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