Neptune
Pitch black, pale blue
There was a stained-glass, variation of the truth
And I felt empty-handed
You let me set sail with cheap wood
So I patched up every leak that I could
'Til the blame grew too heavy
Stitch by stitch, I tear apart
If brokenness is a form of art
I must be a poster child prodigy
Thread by thread, I come apart
If brokenness is a work of art
Surely this must be my masterpiece
I'm only honest when it rains
If I time it right, the thunder breaks
When I open my mouth
I wanna tell you, but I don't know how
I'm only honest when it rains
An open book, with a torn out page
And my inks run out
I wanna love you but I don't know how
— Sleeping at Last
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