i kept his heart in my back pocket
in case of emergencies
i broke his heart and then i locked it
to keep out the misery
he's not even a real man
just the reflection on the side of a black van
his angels are my demons now
painted in black and white
they lurk in every corner of this town
and haunt me all day and night
and still, i always see you
at the top of the hill...
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