Fighting for breath

In a house full of open doors

One closing feels like an blindfold

Full of noise and no time for sleep

Sitting alone after midnight

Listening to you breathe careless

Dreamless dark distances fill the room

This part isn’t love it isn’t anything

But disappointment and solitude

In the promised land broken and lost

With nowhere to rest and fighting

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