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No one uses the phone anymore.
The tracks are wrecked and the odometers ticking.
The edge is pushed and the lines are melting.
Too scared to look at what I hear outside.
Protect. Embrace, Engulf.
Remember the summer in Abaddon.
Protect. Enslave. In love.
Way offsides and I'm almost empty.
I'm cracked and stripped like a dominoe's crush.
Send a tell if you're ever near me.
I'm A.F.K. and I can't get by.
No one hears you fall to te floor.
The mirror's broke and the newtonian's clicking.
The finds are pressed and the veins are pumping.
Too far gone to do more than breathe.
-WE'RE TOO LATE-
-RELEASE THE RIGGINGS-
THIS VESSELS UNDERWAY WAY
SECURE THE RIGGINGS
TACK THE SAILS, MAN THE POSTS
WE'RE HEADED SOUTH INTO TRUE WIND
Miles and Miles of telephone poles.
Fallen and tossed around.
I can't talk to you anymore and I miss you.
Not in a slint way, but I miss you.