November 11th

Balloons fall in syncopation with the strobe light
Flickering behind your head, I'm falling again
All the deadthroats spill out like tar on the boulevard
They falter for a moment glancing from afar

Took the last train out of Penn Station tonight
Out of breath on faded seats, can you tell me what it means to arrive alright
A single light flickers but it's still overstated
Can see my own breath in Ridgewood, heavily intoxicated

So let me know



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Writer(s): Conor Moran, Conor Christopher
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