Two Kinds from Playground by House of Harm

We can throw the day
I never lost control
But I had to say “It’s tomorrow”
You can sort it out, the mess you left for me
And the last note was to follow

Two lives locked away
Just consider what you’ve known
And I lost the way time’s borrowed
Two kinds filled with doubt and left for all to see
And the last note found its way
You were never here at all

Say it back tonight I think you need it more
You’re hoping now that it can be restored
I lost hope inside, and if we close that door
I’m praying the past just feeds the grip until it tightens more

You can wash away every mark you’ve left unseen
Taken aback at how it still calls you
You can sort it out, the dream has left from me
And the last note found its way
You were never here at all

The way two kinds collide

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