waiting for the train to come
i sit and i don't make a sound.
no i don't make a sound, i make a living.
and i can see my breath tonight.
september never feels quite right
it never feels alright. it's unforgiving.
so where do you go when everything just falls apart?
and where do you go to find the pieces of your heart?
you're going home, home, home.
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