P.S.

The Working Title

Compositor: Joel Hamilton

[Verse 1]

We all went home
To search ourselves
There's no one left
To feed us now
We all want more
Then what we have
Just pick me up
And let me down

[Chorus]

State your reason for cushioning your fall
I call it treason please share with me your thoughts

[Verse 2]

I've learned to find my place to hide
My circus of rust and lies
We take it down these holy ties
Just run away and follow blind

[Bridge]

Do you enter lives
Without knocking or warning
Do you count the lives
And pace the night til' morning

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