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all our friends say that you’ll be back for harvest guess they can’t hear the white noise between us you can’t repair something when you burn it down like we did you haven’t checked in not once since you left no phone call who’s alive what’s dead oh I still can’t believe that I’m this easy to leave sometimes I want my guitar too loud other nights I just want a synthesizer but now the only thing I wanna hear is my own heart beating my own heart I can still feel the way your lips moved on my mouth as I spend my days alone in our house oh I never thought, I never thought, I never thought those sad songs could be for us did my gut ever sense it was too good to be true did my brain fill in the blanks around you did my hands take clay and form a truth that I showed sometimes I want my guitar too loud other nights I just want a synthesizer but now the only thing I wanna hear is my own heart beating my own heart beating my own heart beating my own heart sometimes I want my guitar too loud other nights I just want a synthesizer but now the only thing I wanna hear is my own heart beating my own heart my own heart is it still is it still my own heart is it still is it still my own heart is it still is it still my own heart is it still is it still my own heart is it still is it still

My Own Heart