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Quiet Place

I've given up hope of salvaging you

of salvaging everything I knew to be true

to be true, well that's foreign to you

 

so go to your quiet place

where you used to lay

gaze at the stars for hours

and be okay

 

I'm sick of your smile 'cause I know it's fake

so how about you ******* cry instead of getting baked

I'm done with caring and believing in you

because it hurts too much to hold on to what you let slip through

 

so go to your quiet place

where you used to lay

gaze at the stars for hours

and be okay

 

you sleep sound while I'm haunted with memories

and you ran away 'till there was nothing to say

you left it open ended, you strung me along

that's exactly what made me write this song

you need to know that it's not okay

to wish away every word you used to say

you used to

 

so go to your quiet place

where you used to lay

gaze at the stars for hours

and be okay

 

well talk to me, I'd listen intently

you know there's nothing you could say

that would push me away

just put down that cigarette

put down that beer

put down all the things that get rid of your fear

embrace the pain, don't push it away

 

so go to your quiet place

where you used to lay

gaze at the stars for hours

and be okay

without me

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danielle-ayers
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Published
Jun 1, 2010
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