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Hot at night, even late. I still call you by your old name. It’s not like anyone’s even here. Old plans are forced to wait, all the old shit takes a back seat. I don’t have anything left to share. I collect the blurry past into my empty head, and it’s sad to want it back, my time again. Its not like anything was better then. I never wanna know. Old and unfamiliar face, doesn’t make a sound when it fades. You can’t trust anyone not to care. Light outside, time to waste, clean my clock so I can sleep late. I still have no idea why I’m here. I collect the blurry past into my empty head, and it’s sad to want it back… From Letras Mania