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I'm composing tragedies in my bed
with broken lovers that hurt in my head
but they don't seem to come alive
or my ink just lets them die
like burdens that I know I need to shed

I hoping that I can wake up
feel both the joy and the sorrow we sup
because the comfort creeps
and it lulls me right to sleep
the burdens I choose to keep are a crutch

The blank page is waiting for the ghosts
of that woman that I love the most
Oh how she terrifies
mixes truth right in with lies
Don't know why she hides her cries from coast to coast

So I'm waiting for that midnight train
to take me away from the hollow and tame
Above me in the dead of night
I can see that ever-lovin' light
shining down to make down to give me sight
and to ease my pain