tv room
Your TV room was a fever dream yellow
And now it sits at a comfortable gray
My sweater smells like your brown couch pillow
And something about that feels so sick and strange
Strange
I read your name in a rotten tree log
Like urban legend left for me
I heard your words hit the ground in free fall
Land so loud it's getting hard to think
Think
And now it sits at a comfortable gray
My sweater smells like your brown couch pillow
And something about that feels so sick and strange
Strange
I read your name in a rotten tree log
Like urban legend left for me
I heard your words hit the ground in free fall
Land so loud it's getting hard to think
Think
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Writer(s): Jose Galeana
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