This world will end today
But the dead, and I
You will never know my true intent
You're heaven sent
April is gone and now the days are getting long
And
Open up my eyes
Realize this is not what I intended
I can be whatever you want me to be
Just ask
Darjeeling, my sacred thing
Dress yourself in me
Took a
We had music for dinner
Heady and sweet
To wash
Ten bizarre dreams are living in my head
They de-evolve,
Flash; you're a picture in my heart
And I won't let
I put so much
Into this little dream I had
Fade into white static snow
We are all brilliant stars
Fading to
I would rip you all apart to take the pain
I've been thinking to myself (to myself)
I might have
I'm lovesick
And every fiber of my being aches
And
So I'm just sitting in the van
Waiting for my friends
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