Bare

I'm taking this all down for safe keep
to finally get this right
get it right
this time.

The question in the woodwork twists and knots
and all that's left is me
paralyzed
paralyzed
every time.

Everything we left is on the shelf
it's covered in dust
from all the years
we should have let it go
should have let it go

Everything repeats over again
running down the phonograph
till we find the end
till we find the end

Turning this around
till you find again
whatcha looking for?
but it's not the end
not the end...
not for me

You'll find it in the house
boarded up
amongst the debris
Pick up where i left this years ago
Only my frame's in-tact
It takes time to see.
It takes time to see.

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