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(shhhhhhh) warm rain on cold tin
underneath the dirt
I didn't mean to keep it all inside
But the mud
was rising past my knees
Every single word I tried to hide
Slipped away like water through the trees
You look at me and see a static stone
I'm just a house that lost its structural bones
The heat is heavy on this summer night
The air is thick with things we never said
Broken windowpane catching pale streetlight
A ghost is spinning circles in my head
We are two ships drifting on a mud-locked bay
Just watching as the tide begins to slip away (ahhhh)
It's quieter when you don't fight the pull
Empty pockets, hands are finally full
No waves left to break
Just the mud beneath
Just the tide pulling away (shhhhhhh)