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In a living room of stares, her mind was never really there
Yet her words were soft and sweet like maple syrup from a tree
The golden sap caught the ears of a boy who lived his life in fear
And thought her very tender heart would save him from his inner war

He said "sit upon this couch, you talk quiet and I'll talk loud"

He paused a second to catch his breath and said "I'm forever in your debt"
I'll get a big loan from the bank and make big payments in your name
She cast a line but nothing caught
She said "I'm tired", He said "I'm not"
If brokenness cannot be shared, then why should I pretend to care?

He said "sit upon this couch, you talk quiet and I'll talk loud"

He let out a deep sigh of relief, forever yours I am to keep
His mind was coated in her eyes, her ears deadened by his cries
The last words she said to him "I hope I lose if it means you win"
There's nothing left for you to take, my gift of silence try not to waste

He said "sit upon this couch, you talk quiet and I'll talk loud"
He said "I'm trying to be better" If I lie will it not upset her?
He said "sit upon this couch, you talk quiet and I'll talk loud"
He said "sit upon this couch, am I too quiet, are you too loud"
Well, I'll be quiet

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from The Morning's Malaise, released March 17, 2023
Music and Lyrics by: Mirabelle Skipworth
Mixing Engineer: Julia Norah
Mastering Engineer: Brian Kovacs
Bass and Electric Guitar: Terry Boring

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