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"don't you feed me lines about some idealistic future
your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures"
what
are
we
something tells me this is less than just a simple phase
and all the wanderlust that's flowing strangely through my veins
does nothing but excite the feeling ruminating still
inside the shell i call a home
inside the nerves and broken bones
that cannot feel, much less atone, the whisper of a thrill
your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures"
what
are
we
something tells me this is less than just a simple phase
and all the wanderlust that's flowing strangely through my veins
does nothing but excite the feeling ruminating still
inside the shell i call a home
inside the nerves and broken bones
that cannot feel, much less atone, the whisper of a thrill