Images are painted in my head while nightmares disguise themselves
arm yourself with the ones you love they're not here
you wrap this chain around me you pull it tighter
set up above the trees
look out over these streets haven't
bleed hearts talking on the phone
how long does it take
You see my car out in the parking lot
I know
Drive throughI want you to knowJust how it feelsTo die
And you uncovered what they discovered words redundant like a
Your response times slow down once a week your colors
You don't know what you want anymore so just come
Get your hands out of your pockets and wipe the
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