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men like you are a dying breed
cloaked in pallbearer's robes
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the Air, pregnant with anxiety
in a rush of blood expels the fetus of our expectations
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and my God, the deliverance
freedom found midair
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and her red heart starts to grey
with the beat beat beat of the drums
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no surprise heading for a sweet demise
ten thousand feet and counting
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this is one of those that I'm begging you not to read.
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my brain and my fingers aren't connected
I think beautiful and write dumb
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I am a teenage scumbag
waiting to undress
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together
painting streaks
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come on and distract me
give me time to think
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ripped up roads of scar tissue
tracing maps across my skin
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I'm swallowing every single word
that sneaks onto my tongue
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don't come back 'til you're drunk again
with a hunger only I can fix
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I'm whispering my last
goodbye
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but when we're both stripped down to nothing
you can admit
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I'm a naive girl
with a permanent role
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the rain dances around in the wind
hitting your face like bits of ice
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with my eyes
of broken glass
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no one loves a dreamer
who's black, black heart is cold
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Maybe there's beauty
in the things that never were.
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naked dancers
in bare feet
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her eyes, ripped open wide
she hates the things she's seen
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where thoughts zip around
like little insects dancing in the wind
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and I can't say what I'm thinking
for fear of losing myself
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spinning around like a
n.e.v.e.r-e.n.d.i.n.g nothing
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scars define me
I don't want your completeness
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as we talk at a three inch distance
at such an intimate perspective
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and I've been excessively bad with rhythm
so I thought I'd make up for it with a song
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that I started to trust you
and I realized, I still don't -
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Do you remember
the way we used to think we were perfect
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staring out from my room
watching the headlights streak the sky
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