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Goodtime Boys - Callous

This is a quiet house, we'll have no love in here. Just words that explode exposing flesh from bone on skeletons you've hidden for years. She breathes without a sound so no one else can hear sentences scratched to the roof of her mouth. Foundations formed in fear. I had such hopes for this endeavour, so pure when they were sure. Such high hopes for this endeavour so pure. But now it's gone it seemed a lie. This violin's broken strings, this rotten apple for an eye. If I said it then I meant it when I said it but time slips away from me so often these days. Handing out trophies to the hopeless caught in the grips of doubt. You are forgotten, down at the bottom, far from the trees, these rotten apples forsaken in name. I search for a new life and call it "change" as I breathe into the ground. You and your regrets will lay in wait as you seek little hope. Step outside and take a breath. Begin this journey in spite of the rain. I pity you, those that have not loved and I envy you, those that will not love again