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Now that I'm alone I feel the lonely brokenness
Of all the wicked avenues I've ever sold my love on
All these moments of meekness and trembling subsided
I'm the outright abandon of this orphan child
Home is on the highway living on soft bread and solace
I guess I'm waiting for nightfall or a solar eclipse
And to wake up half empty
Only to be filled again with mourning
I'm just a fall leaf something simple and shy like that
That's how my heart lies down beside the sidewalk
Like an empty restaurant filled with perfume and balloons
I sit and entertain the bizarro ghosts of my soul
His name still lingers maybe lactates on my tongue
Perhaps I'm just teething for a foreign fallen destiny
Subordinate feelings I cast aside
Maybe I had lied when I said I was ok
Just getting along like a little song that stops to sing and say
Wild willow, windy winter won't you blow through me