Ghost Stories - Yawn | Текст песни

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And it makes me Yawn
Knowing you're gone
A bitter mouth with nothing good to say
And my head feels like
A bowling ball
Foul mood and breath beneath it all
Unaware, you knocked me off my feet
Bloody palms I hit the ground
Try and tell me something
Send a smoke screen to my windowsill
I couldn't see it
My attention focused on myself
Was I awake or sleeping
I found secrets you've been keeping