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Composed ：Wewe A Yi
Lyrics ：Wewe A Yi
The clock eats shadows where we used to dance
Your perfume lingers like a phantom chance
I trace the cracks where our initials bled
This house breathes echoes of the words unsaid
The mirror shows a stranger's tired eyes
I pawned my dreams to buy these alibis
I've got nothing left but gasoline
And matches made of might-have-beens
I'll burn the memories down the drain
Watch the smoke write your name
The mailbox coughs up bills in braille
They sing the ballad of a ship that's set to fail
My pockets hold expired movie stubs
Two ghosts laughing in a tub of club soda love
The calendar's bleeding February snow
I wear December's chill wherever I go
The telephone wires hum our last goodbyes
In Morse code to the empty skies
I've got nothing left but gasoline
And matches made of might-have-beens
I'll burn the memories down the drain
Watch the smoke write your name
The moon spits silver on unmarked graves
Where all my yesterdays behave
Like broken marionettes cut loose
I dance alone with nothing left to lose