Serpens (serpens) wrote,
Serpens
serpens

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Dammit, you're probably all sick of this now, but this song just fits too well now...

Leaf by leaf,
Page by page,
Throw this book away
All the sadness, all the rage
Throw this book away
Rip out the binding
And tear the glue
All the grief
We never even knew
We had it all along
Now it's
Smoke

The things we'd written in it
Never really happened
All the things we'd written in it
Never really happened
And all of the people come and gone
Never really lived
All the people come have gone
No one
To forgive
Smoke

We will
Not write a new one
There will
Not be a new one
Another one
Another one

Here's an evening dark with shame
Throw it on the fire
Here's the time I took the blame
Throw it on the fire
Here's a time we didn't speak
It seemed for years and years
And here's a secret
No one will ever know
The reasons for the tears
They are
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke

We will
Not write a new one
There will
Not be a new one
Another one
Another one

Where do all the secrets live?
They travel in the air
You can smell them when they burn
They
Travel
Those who say the past is not dead
Can stop and smell the smoke
You keep saying the past is not dead
Well
Stop and smell the smoke
You keep on saying the past
Is not even past
You keep saying
We are
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
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