Friends, I will keep you like trophies,
In my heart
It's like I never had time to look away
Bodies
I can't stop killing songs you like
You look at me
If you listen to the sound of the hope
In
Work with me I'm willing
To try another way
Another wall
Another ceiling
I
I transcend time
with my words
I'll build a house for you
A showdown at dusk,
This old town is lost,
I’m
What's it gonna take for me?
I'm on my hands and
I left a note on the table, I hope it
Warm skin, smooth lips
Our hearts are strong and toned
our tongues
I've got a bad taste in me
It's like I've been
Twenty two years have passed by
As I contemplate
I
I scrape the glass for crumbs and ask the mirror
I've been sitting in the suicide lane on highway 99,
A summer drive away from dying: a broken heart nothing
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