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Oct 2013
These dark days, they won't stay.
They'll head to the sea and sail away.
The lighthouse keeps me alive,
like a cigarette tonight, and the nicotine stains
all my teeth to ease the pain.
Every sad song that I know, I'll sing tonight.

I see the change in the Autumn leaves,
all the branches start to bleed.
All the thoughts that are in my head are
"Maybe I too, am better off dead."
Because I think it's safe to say,
they're more beautiful that way.
Every sad song that I know, I sing for me.

It feels like I'm choking on ice,
a few more seconds and I'd survive.
I know it's not your home,
or your place when I feel alone,
but if you ever wanted to stay,
I'm not that far away.
Every love song that I know, I'd sing for you.

You take away all the shakes and my bad days.
I want to stay,
but only if you want me to.

My stomach fills up with butterflies,
every time I look in your eyes,
and the beating of my heart
slows to tempos that's far apart.
So if I ever stop pumping blood,
just know you were the cause...

Every love song that I know.
Bradley Gillespie
Written by
Bradley Gillespie  Pennsylvania
(Pennsylvania)   
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