Twenty seconds on the backlog, overtime. Just twenty seconds until we're swept by the tide. We're treading water in the dead of night, and we're speechless. Just speechless. We're staring skywards waiting for a sign. Up to our necks in it until the day brings us light. And our whole lives are flashing before our eyes and we're speechless. Because you've got me right where you want me, as a tsunami tide rolls over the landscape that we built a home in inside of our minds. So we fall and we break and we make the same mistakes like we always do. And we crawl, intertwined. Forced apart from the inside like we always knew. And I'm speechless. Twenty seconds on the backlog, overtime. Just twenty seconds until you're no longer mine.
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