There was a certain confidence I found in hiding the white of my walls, a security, a blanket to cover the past. I left that there when I tore it all down.
The new box I dwell in finds no peace in the past. There was no peace to be found there.
I want to explain this, but it's something that words just can't do.
That could be what it is since I want to show you things that words can't do.
light a candle for the past, blow it out, let it go at last.
play a record, take your t-shirt off, maybe being without is the most with I'll ever have.
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