You're the constellation
But I have no telescope
Stars fall like broken glass
That hack my eight knot rope
When you decide to find the time
I'm waiting by the door
With a bullet lodged inside my mind
And this note lying on the floor
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 2:33 AM UTC
You're the constellation
But I have no telescope
Stars fall like broken glass
That hack my eight knot rope
When you decide to find the time
I'm waiting by the door
With a bullet lodged inside my mind
And this note lying on the floor
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