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More Than This Floor

Paper Boats In My Teacup

Every minute feels like honey

Mirror in Strobe.

On the balcony at midnight

Bills on the table

I can't stay the same

Quiet strength and fragile skin

Can I love you passed the line

I'm staring straight at the ceiling

Stains and Scars

Drinks on the shelf

Keys left on the kitchen table

Name on the wall

You clap like you believe

Every flaw turn out just right

Lipstick on the mirror

Night School of the Real

Your shadow's on the doorway