12.33 says the clock
This bed.
The last time I'll lay in it for a while
No doubt
This house
Crumbling in the night
As its people lay awake
From trauma
And we love each other
We wouldn't trade this
But we hurt
This bed
Where I cried a year ago
And I thought I would die
Where I did things I shouldn't have
Where I listened to NF after we left
This cold
These soft, soft beds
This darkness
We all know.
And if my wishes came true
It would've been you
Funny
How we hated each other forever
And I love you now
As if I always did
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