Ink stained fingers promise everything and nothing
And therein lies the
Scared to open up these eyes
See just what's inside
Twisted and
Awake, I am awake,
and I'm still alive out here,
awake, I
The stars will be your nightlights tonight
And I will be
carbon copy aftertaste
the taste of lips so delicate
stop
Behind closed doors,
We are building up our castles,
And we wait
We kick the bucket
And they drink us dry,
Non essential work
The red poison of your lips
The red poison of your
Congratulations it's a boy
Buried underneath the afterbirth of joy
Sticks and
Forget the letters just sleep sound tonight
Pull back the covers
The days i felt alone, and the sea it brings
Tied to the testing of wills and my heart breaks
And
Growing old, around these streets
Never really felt quite like, like
Revealing your desire,
Upon these ashes..
In your fear,
It will swallow the
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