Abandoned from Exit by Heartsums

Sifting through advice and good intentions, this town is filled with ghosts. Time goes by, so they tell me, allow yourself some time to breath, 'cos it'll still be there next week, and the next week, and the next week.

But from here, the highway in the distance sounds just like the sea, I had this dream where we just pack our shit and leave, and this house sits...

They breath entitled air, so filled with false despair, no they never were never friends, no you can not trust them, as if they ever could understand.

And from here, the highway in the distance sounds just like the sea, I had this dream where we just pack our shit and leave, and this house sits Abandoned.

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