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Seahaven - Bottled (Acoustic) 

Empty is the house, the home that you hate.
Miles and miles away from the one from which you were made.
And even promising words there is not enough promise for you.
You need to feel the beat of love within her chest, so you can feel it again too.

These vices, well they double as a reason for the way we feel, the way we do.
Solitude in a family-filled living room.
And I, and I, I wish that they could see, 
The impact made on children that they raised. 

Well You are a butterfly, so beautifully designed.
But when you flutter your wings, it destroys a family.
It destroys this family.

You are the oxygen that I breathe.
Put to use by the lungs you made.
You are the reason my heart beats.
And you are the reason that it breaks.

phantasmagoricat:

You are the leaves at my feet, 
you are the hum of electric heat. 
I keep myself away,
but I’m starting to like the pain.

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