Plastic blue
invitations in my room
I've been waiting here for
Time is the promise
It turns and tells them what to
Farewell, this blackened eye
You learned your lessons falling down
Far behind
First place on a classroom wall
Every turn of the face
I think my friend said, 'I hear footsteps.'
I wore my
It's getting late
it all just wanes and pales and fades
They're getting ugly
They're a horror show
And now we're laughing
Because they'l
This story's missing a wishing well
No mirror to show and
Waiting as I'm wanting to
Speaking as I'm spoken to
Changing to
Hands cover whispers of the lovers fright
Fear-cloaked renditions of that
Waiting for their minds to fall asleep
Sneaking out the door
Face them, the time will erase them
Stop trying to chase
Five glasses changed my mind
Seems like the ticking hands are
I think it happened at night time
A cold rain drizzled
A voice moves silent through the twisted city streets
The eyes
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