Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
Just like a faucet that leaks
And there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half empty or half full
It slowly rises, your love is going to drown.
'If someone would've told me last year that you and i would've been the two loneliest people in newport, i wouldn't have believed it.
Well.
At least not the you part.'
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