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I think I fell in love with every subtle promise kept
But then again was it the only conversation where the needle didn't drag the thread through the flesh?
Underneath your clothes like paper stained from ink that couldn't make the time to decide
Whether to hold you or run, this time it's a tie
It scrawls over and over again

Your bruises

He says the only nights better were the ones he could have spent with her
And I'm sure that with the whiskey in his head his tongue couldn't fight the words
It's a slur of the secrets that we keep, the puddles pooled beneath the skin
Whether to hide them or run, this time it's a cry
It calls over and over again

Your bruises

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from After the Party, released April 26, 2017

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