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Yellow light from the open fridge door
Paper trails on the hardwood floor
Sorting through these old receipts
Unfinished drafts and quiet defeats Like evidence in a private case
I stare at the lines I can't erase
An old phone number,
a promise left cold
This is the truth that never gets told (mmmmm)
Keep your word to yourself
Keep your word to yourself
(ooh,
keep it now)
No more blaming the dark
No more hiding the spark
It's just paper, it's just ink
Time to stand at the brink
Keep your word to yourself
(just keep it now)