Don’t bite your lip to hold back your smile
Just think
Wish upon a shooting star
For heightened contemplation of suicide
You’re on your own
You’re finding out who you are
You’re running
Simply slide in my sheets
And simply fall asleep
Should she shatter
Wake up and turn off the TV,
My mouth's dry,
Come on down I need the inspiration
Not to find
Now break down these walls
These walls arent stong enough
To Keep
I open my eyes, the skylines from my deep
And
Turn to the table,
And sit down the frame.
Sit for a
Oh how you move
You could say anything
You're just so smooth
Dressed
Cough this silence away
and save it for a better
We spend our nights on kerosene
Singing and slipping off our
I said can I buy you a drink
She said said
breaking my back to set a path to fame &
So this is it, the feeling that I've missed
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