I’m a breaker, at best
and at my worst, I’m broken
I can still remember the pauses
after every word that was spoken
my room is dark, I don’t quite feel alone
I don’t really miss you like i thought I would
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My hair grows long, I think I can breathe easy
Yet sometimes, when I feel you round, I get queasy
No, I wouldn’t miss you if I could
No, but you definetely should