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Hey it's getting a little too late I've been waiting for sometime now I've been feeling a little worn out Hey what did you see in me anyway? I get the feeling I've been used No one likes half opened perfumes I'm trying to look past all the miscommunication  The noises in my head tend to scream in unison That may be I was wrong and you wouldn't say it anyhow If this chivalry, I don't see it helping me out or you Hey how have you been?  Congratulations, you seem to have a lot to celebrate While I'm trying to unwind a little too much these days Your golden light massacred my loneliest midnights And stole every dreamless sleep like it was your birthright Now I'm stuck in some in between of a should have and a has been Nobody wants that, no matter what you say If this is chivalry, I don't see it making you stay If I'm being honest with you I find myself replaying the last conversation we had  And trying to change some of the things I s...

Iris , I don't think you had a great time No matter what everyone else says Iris, I think he crossed a thick line No matter what he claims Silence kills as frequently as smoking your life away Isolation isn't just a phase, it could become your life one day Battles fought with the intention of winning have greater chances at victory But you say you've made your peace with losing Because trying has become too trying Iris I don't think he was trying be nice Just for the sake of being a good person Iris , people like him believe in payment For doing the bare minimum Iris, they're going to make your life hell Whether or not you say your piece Iris, you will never be free of public judgement So go ahead and unleash what has to be unleashed I watch you take a deep breath in And let it out with a cry I see the fear sinking into those ocean eyes All the singing siren banshees have nothing on you Let them pull him down and treat him the way he treated you People w...

I've done my time being heart broken My trust tangled like a ball of yarn I'm unfolding, I considered moving  But running only makes you lose your home  All the shelves are empty and my record player rusted There's dust gathered on my favorite porcelain And I know there's no place here for me anymore I see your polished shoes and new plaid shirts Everybody knows you hurt But your whiskey blues plays in every corner breaking curfew  Now everybody knows your hurting has finally caught up to you Fear, is the object of my desires  I wish I hadn't traded my innocence for something so irrelevant Now I live in your mailbox as your scarlet letter A little armour of everything made it all better You spend hours writing cruel and tragic poetry About my sapphire eyes and my ruby lips That did nothing to save me from my emerald skin Now it's me and my whiskey blues And the irony of my purple record crew It's not a fight if no one fights  And it's not a v...