she drives down sunset
with the windows down
just so she can let it in
she knows he's far gone now
but there still are pieces
pieces there still left of him
he uses love like a bullet from a gun
she's careful like a surgeon
everywhere he goes they all know to run
but she can't help but love him
love him
there is a picture sitting by her bed
her reflection in his face
she has been meaning, meaning to move it
but it's always been his place
city of angels, everyone is sleeping
4 am and she's awake
she is moving, moving that picture
someone else will fill that space
someone else will fill that space
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