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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Joseph Khan
David Joseph Khan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chromatic Cream
Chromatic Cream
Producer

Lyrics

You've been gone 6 months Our friends anxiously wait You return as quickly as you left Stupidly I think you'll stay No one knows how hard you hug me when you do You charm my anger into confusion and I'm subdued Snow came dancing down This full circle town Cinematic now Rode in with no sound Traffic lights burnt out Cinematic now Tears like cryogen I don't wanna cry again What's the antidote for sadness? Locked up in my room Everyone celebrates you Parties I'm not invited to We fade Like tears washed in rain Pack the dirt on our grave Before you pack your bags We fade Like tears washed in rain Blue coats worn like chipped paint Pointed fingers turned blades Eh 17x Couldn't see the forest While running through the trees I thought I caught a glimpse of your eyes And forgot how to breathe I pretended I couldn't lift A box you knew was empty You held so tight, your knuckles white Who did we think we were kidding? Fell in the open arms of my family While you had the warmth of her sanity I would've had mine too if you didn't scar me Everywhere we went is somewhere I can't be I could move houses forever I could try But you'll live on inside my heart Until my blood runs dry Snow came dancing down This full circle town Cinematic now Rode in with no sound Traffic lights burnt out Cinematic now Tears like cryogen I don't wanna cry again What's the antidote for sadness? Locked up in my room Everyone celebrates you Parties I'm not invited to We fade Like tears washed in rain Pack the dirt on our grave Before you pack your bags We fade Like tears washed in rain Blue coats worn like chipped paint Pointed fingers turned blades Eh 17x The gymnasium Turned whispers to echoes Guess I never really knew you though Like a concert hall Center stage was sorrow It played on my face with an encore We fade Like tears washed in rain Pack the dirt on our grave Before you pack your bags We fade Like tears washed in rain Blue coats worn like chipped paint Pointed fingers turned blades
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