When your train pulled into the station
I should have known: you never intended to stop:
You break things you never wanted to buy
You threaten to look at me with unsure eyes
ready to accuse me of accusing you
but I couldn't wait to have my heart broken, could I?
You were the noise in the attic of my heart at night.
I thought there was something.
But there was nothing.
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