as fatal as i want to be
the time has come for colds and covercoats. we're quiet on the ride. we're all just waiting to get by. another week away, my greatest fear. i need the smell of summer, i need it's noises in my ear. if looks could really kill, then my profession would be staring. please know we do this cuz we care and not for the thrill. collect calls to home to tell them that i realize that everyone who lives will someday die and die alone.
and we won't let You in.
we're down and out. we won't let You in. You win.
i wrote more postcards than hooks. read more maps than books. feel like every chance to leave is another chance i should have took. every minute is a mile. i've never felt so _hollow_ i'm an old abandoned church with broken pews and e m p t y aisles. my *secrets* for a buck. watch me as i cut myself wide open on this stage as a i am paid to spill my guts. i won't see home til spring...oh, i would kill for the atlantic, but i am paid to make girls [ panic ] while i sing. and we won't let you [in].
the coastline is quiet. while we're quietly losing control. and we're silent but sure we invented the cure that will wash out my m emor i e s.
the harpoon is loaded. the cage is lowered. the water is red. like You.
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