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I cut my fingers on a broken picture frame
The welling up waxes and wanes
It's not fair and it hasn't been
All my friends are living saints
It's been killing me for weeks
A garden weed that cracks concrete
It hasn't been fair for long
Growing up isn't moving on
Do you miss our broken reason or the nights spent treating
Troubles and normalcy to bottles and comedies?
You forgot your necklace upstairs on purpose
It was your golden ticket scam and it always made us laugh
Do you see me as your acquaintance?
Your death by time, age and long distance?
Broken picture frame
The welling up waxes and wanes
It's not fair and it hasn't been
All my friends are living saints
It's been killing me for weeks
A garden weed that cracks concrete
It hasn't been fair for long
Growing up isn't moving on
All my friends are living saints
Living saints, living saints
Broken still but never breaking ties
Broken still but never breaking
Broken still but never breaking ties
Moving on
I never pictured this
Disperse in fall and don't reminisce
See it's just not fair
Not everyone's moved on
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