::TOMORROWS EARLY ARRIVAL::

Is this where
We were supposed to get off
Living with no care
This isn’t where our story left off
Clouded judgment and sped off
In search of her next loss.

(Chorus)
Today is tomorrow’s early arrival
Dealing my hearts survival
Dying inside with vibrant vitals
Practicing our broken recital

The hours are coming to an end
Strangers to friends
And friends to strangers again
Never making amends
All we ever did was contend
Who was wrong or right when

(Chorus)
Today is tomorrow’s early arrival
Dealing my hearts survival
Dying inside with vibrant vitals
Practicing our broken recital

And may you take a piece of me
But not the peace in me
Whatever you appease to see
May it leave me in some sort of decency.

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