These two story houses hold single story lives. Underneath wood planks and floorboards is where you like to hide. But I won't tell you all of these things that I never said but thought out. You'll settle for less, I'd rather forget. We both know we're not fit to live here. When collaboration turns into combat you'll wake up in your red sheets, but I've still got some black in mine. You're making this about you. You can't understand why we do the things we do. And you won't find the answers to these questions in the corners of your room.
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