I'll find my way back home
Away from crowded bars
Throw your worst at me
I'll never give in for all of this
I have already chosen to be alone
This is a cheer to our lonely nights
And sleeping in the past tense
Nothing will encompass our sounds
If only you were lonely as me
I've never been more content
Without these growing sounds
The silence is so loud that it drowns out
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