Two and Seven

from by Declan Ryan

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You're sitting on my bed, not saying much at all. Outside with the cold, the wind shakes the walls. Another glass of water, I can almost stand. Two and seven tipping in a wavering hand. Hoping in the morning nothing looks the same. There's this feeling that's got me, doubt it's got a name. It's a state route sign against the snowy land; it's a leaky heart or it's a swollen gland. So now we ask, through blackened eyes and bitter tongues: was all this youth just wasted on our lungs? With these calloused hands shaking, and guts all wont to rot. I know you've been there too, so just forgive if I forgot that I was singing this one just
for you.

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from Introducing Close Calls, released April 23, 2013

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Declan Ryan Rochester, New York

Alongside songwriter Declan Ryan (guitar, vocals), Close Calls features Frank DiCesare (drums), Ryan Maher (guitar) and Matt Avery (bass). The debut EP, Introducing Close Calls, is available now.

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