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found myself, floating about the crater of a lake behind your house just a hole in the ground where the water had drowned dragging a box, filled to the brim some notes you wrote wrapped in dying skin almost too heavy to move all these pieces of you it's so much colder now, without the autumn light it was blue now it's bruised with a clouded sky now this hollow lake's, just a shallow grave for what you've become the ghost of... julia whoa-oh, whoa-oh but that's not what we planned no, that's not what we planned found myself, at the bottom of it couldn't see out past the edge of the rim just alone in a hole with some shit you left me with i buried all your notes, put the box underground piled dirt over shirts and the watch that you found Letras de cancionesall the time that it keeps just lost meaning for me it's all echoes from the ghost of... julia whoa-oh, whoa-oh, but that's not what we planned no, that's not what we planned we're burning larchmont st. tonight let it burn from downtown to the westside let it burn and have the city watch the ash rise now we don't have to plan ahead laugh at names to give our kids we don't have to move out east or see the world before thirty you won't have to watch me grieve or ever help me get to sleep but when you're feeling incomplete don't come looking here for me don't come looking here for me don't come looking here for me I'm your GHOST From Letras Mania