hang on elliott
the tides have a tendency to change
that light you are trying to seek
convinces you that you are weak
you are careening off the edge
everything you pushed off to the side
now there is nowhere left to hide
that knife on the cold counter
it never uttered a single word
now your sadness is forever cured
hang on elliott
although you are no longer here
all that is left are your pretty songs
that lull me to a peaceful sleep
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