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Our Last Night

The Truth We Can't Handle

 

The Truth We Can't Handle

(album: Building Cities From Scratch - 2005)


If it's what you want, then don't talk.

We'll sit here in silence; no words, no letters.
We'll sit here in silence
because maybe it's better than realizing the truth we can't handle.

I feel as if I'm trying,
and I'm willing to die to make you realize our situation.

As if nothings enough, we could make it out alive and unharmed.

I keep this inside with the best intentions,
but it brings out the worst in what we have.

We will get out alive.
My stomach feels like caving in every time I hear these words,
"it's never too late and later is better than what we have."

I feel as if I'm trying.

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