Salt spray cleanses my day
I have no words left to say
Hopes and fears boarded a train
Going around a bend
On my way home
Turned leaves leapt from my heels
A crow sat on a bench
And pecked at the paint
I'm getting used to a certain kind of loneliness
A girl with a fringe sparkled in the night
I said the moon had a nose and she smiled
The traffic lights switched colours
And a bus lurched up the hill
I'm getting used to a certain kind of loneliness
I'm sorry i wasn't there
When i stare into my eyes
I feel a dull ache inside:
My shattered light
While lying on the floor
I breathed a breath so deep
And prayed my soul
Would ride on the inhale
I'm getting used to a certain kind of loneliness
I watched a dog fetch a ball
And his owner waved hello
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