LYRICS
Alleyways and happy days,
I know the former well.
I spent three years in misery,
Utopia is hell.
They caught me captivated by old letters rearranged,
Entwined by firelight, I wait.
For you,
I turn the page
They paint empty patterns, sell the canvas, sell the page.
Their empty lines and severed signs we carry to old age.
We read them, watch them, look them in the eyes – they look right back,
I feel the weight get heavier from books in my backpack.
For you,
I turn the page
I underlined the summertime until there was none left,
I summarized your lullabies with brittle, breaking breath,
See now I have become the books that I have lived to read,
My pages scar, my binding bleeds.
For you,
I turned the page
Simplify this simple life and I will disappear,
You hold me like I hold the knife of everything you fear,
So tell me I was wrong and I will tell you I was right,
You try try try to hold me tight,
For you,
I'll burn the page
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