"Empty Old Movies With No Sound" genre: Indie
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	Story Behind the Song Relationships are often enrobed in fantasy, but nothing can mask reality come a very sleepless 3AM... Lyrics Wait here 'till it comes rushing through (swollen eyes, such shame to cry again) (Again,) here, now, I must live by you (these chains combine to rope and tie me here) (Here) somehow, I must see this through (this hope is blind, sit idle by you) Kiss me (what it takes) to make up (this embrace) Sleepless waiting for you, barely sleeping with you, eyes wide open while I dream Take me (from this place) tore up (this embrace) Matching memories with goals that idealism dreams remind this moment why I sleep. Remind this moment why I, why I sleep... Drifting aimless through these, through these dreams... Wake up (from this crypt) of isolation's grip Tremors taking over, likely to remove her Conversations like we're talking in our sleep Strapped down (with a strip) of leather, weathered split I'll take my time to free my tethered hands and hide my eyes, now. Your brilliant white shaft of glory light is growing dim, now. I lead you to the water, now you're drowning in a shallow pool. And I can't stop to let it sink in (let you sink right in, now) Glaring (your disgrace) laughing (hide my face) Watching over shoulders, tip-toe stepping over, slightly, silently, fled the scene. Seething (cannot sleep) breathing (counting sheep) Tossing, breaking over this slow burning stove of anger, still, I feel you deep. It hit me (I can't breathe) that you're not here for me. Slowly setting in, the tears well up again, I long to own you, mine to keep. I long to own you, you're mine, mine to keep. So I can know that you'll stay, when I sleep. One eye open, but it's leaking. I've been asleep, but I can't dream. Chewing asprin, hiding from light, I wait for you to end this night. Empty old movies with no sound. It's 3 AM, I'm lost and found. A set of keys, my moldy cup. Useless debris, its adding up. I tap the letters, mince my words. Break my paragraph into thirds. Your response is cold, I hide my eyes. When I'm old I might regret my lies. I lost this war, but I won't fight for you. I'm lost, but I'll never fight for you.

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