The Afterhours
by Taken by Cars
A color blind imagery
Can you see it half full or is the glass
half empty
The lights transmit a certain kind
of wanting to absent my mind
From all that I see...
I’m all made up of missing parts
A string of tortured souls and hearts
They start to...
Give me a sign...
A chance to realize...
Drift away as the time flies
See the world
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