There’s an object of hope and despair
And it’s laughing at me from the table
But I'll fight to ignore it somehow
It’s that thought that’s keeping me stable
And I think that I know where you’ve been
But my cruel heart said he knows better
It’s a battle of wills he can win
Like the battle when you lost your sweater
And this long night of angst breaks me down
Like you broke me to your way of thinking
But this soul keeps losing ground
And it’s sinking and sinking and sinking
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