Write my wrongs
I leave it all bled out
The world is breaking up
With all your ideals
What are you gonna do now?
I have a thousand songs
A hundred books
All of these damned windows
Inside this house
I left them open
And bless my soul
You brought the wind
When you came in
And now I’m calling you
Your coming over
Is coming home
This is our home
And
I guess I’m just young
Troubled old souls
Worn shit out
But this
Is worth
It all
Write it out
In paper napkins
Just for you
Try to get write right
Inside the lines lights
They keep highlighting
You
And I want want
To tell you
I’m coming home
You make it home
You make it right
And this is what a dream looks like when you get right
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