Falling in and out of time with you
I don't know if I'm morbid
or if I'm just scared
or unprepared for what death brings
'Cause we were something worth keeping, like a prize, a trophy on a shelf, out of reach of repeat, gold plastic that you could fucking swear was real and I hope that's all I ever was to you
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