The story
He shops to outrun the quiet waiting at home.
He drifts through bright aisles, loading carts with small fixes that promise to numb the day. Each receipt stacks up against the same old ache, but the bags never hold what he really needs. By closing time, the fluorescent glow feels less like comfort than another empty room.
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Lyrics
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