So we went after the crash, we step out alone.
An undivided healing that swallows us whole.
The air cuts like glass and you taste like winter.
And how long will you last, forever...
And congratulations you've become what you wanted.
never looked so beautiful.
Telephone lines away, death on the end and I'm screaming.
226 on the door, asking to make out while watching the war.
And nothing's like this exit, pale white skin on memory.
And I've got the proof to frame the way.
As we danced, we bled across the floor.
And that never-ending supply that we wished for.
25 days and I still can't get this right.
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