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Your sneakers wait beside the door
The magazines stack on the floor
I lie awake and beg for more
The quiet scratches at my core
The crutch became a flimsy reed
The pillar broke to dust and weeds
I balance on my shaking knees
The ground is woven from my needs
Your chair still keeps your dent
The pillow knows where your head went
The house still counts a missing beat
My palm still misses your hand's heat
Your sneakers wait beside the door
The magazines stack on the floor
Your love was my addiction, sure
The loss is sharper than before
Your sneakers wait beside the door
The magazines stack on the floor
I lie awake and beg for more
The quiet scratches at my core
Your chair still keeps your dent
The pillow knows where your head went
The house still counts a missing beat
My palm still misses your hand's heat
Your sneakers wait beside the door
The magazines stack on the floor
Your love was my addiction, sure
The loss is sharper than before
Your sneakers wait beside the door
The magazines stack on the floor
I lie awake and beg for more
The quiet scratches at my core