the beginning of an end, always ends with a start but the only way to mend will begin with the heart only one way i can relieve that stress i'll burn my address in less than an hour
the trigger, a sentence so hard to read but my vision needs a fix so i'm ready to see and i quicken the prose i chose to describe the beat of a heart that belonged to our lives
[we cannot wait but we do not mind everything's set and we're leaving tonight avoiding the plot, we run to survive for fun we escape through another disguise]
as the [we] becomes [i] the merge is so slight that i blink while i manually change my mind as our vision runs empty the words fall apart the beginning of an end always ends with the start [and we choose to ignore the call of our hearts]
CHORUS another aspect that i can't see another version of me between all the lines you read hidden carefully beneath the beat there lies defeat, delicately discreet only one way i can relieve that stress i'll burn my address in less than an hour hidden carefully beneath the beat there lies defeat, delicately discreet