Broken Twine

Pushing the fire back down my throat

Caught up in the moment our past selves wrote

This is where the memory is killing me

I don’t want to be part of this history

And I’m throwing away all my lines

Tearing the beauty out of the signs

Our friendship made from broken twine

Maybe without you I’ll fine peace of mind

 

 

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