Owen
Gazebo

Alone on a train, you're running towards
or maybe away from a reason to wake each morning.
Your thoughts again drift to us and what we have or haven't become.
Your head shakes and you think, "Never again."
It's true what they say about fools who leave too soon -
they don't ever really move on.
You put your hand in your bag;
You pull out the Carver book you grabbed before leaving.
It's then you realize, 'In this, too, she was right.'
You make an excuse.
You make up a lie.
You sell what's left of your soul,
like the best friend you just sold to sleep easy at night.
It's true what they say about fools who speak too soon -
they don't ever really know what they're getting into or out of.
You're on your way with the taste of blood from a bitten tongue.
You're in need of some new teeth that won't cave in.


Mirror lyrics:

You're in need of some new teeth that won't cave in.
You're on your way with the taste of blood from a bitten tongue.
they don't ever really know what they're getting into or out of.
It's true what they say about fools who speak too soon -
like the best friend you just sold to sleep easy at night.
You sell what's left of your soul,
You make up a lie.
You make an excuse.
It's then you realize, 'In this, too, she was right.'
You pull out the Carver book you grabbed before leaving.
You put your hand in your bag;
they don't ever really move on.
It's true what they say about fools who leave too soon -
Your head shakes and you think, "Never again."
Your thoughts again drift to us and what we have or haven't become.
or maybe away from a reason to wake each morning.
Alone on a train, you're running towards


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