Cheap lips, soft eyes, lost in the most blinding lights As cold as those first nights alone As the second best he'll become Sleep deep, girl, dream well That night, I think he cried himself to sleep Just maybe, he felt more than we could ever know And I think he pulled that trigger to empty that memory I think he cut the weight to end the floods of you Let him soar, let him ride as budding gravestones do Just sleep, girl, just dream well
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