lonely, so lonely, all the time
sometimes the joy slips away
and i won't try to slide
or take control, come hang
i don't want much but the faintness
of faith, don't call it love
so i can't fuck it up this time
thoughts in an empty room, the smell of you
also ethan i made a good cover this time
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