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[starsofoleander]

eyes wide open
to the great train robbery of my soul
impending blindness
of the kind that's beyond my control

eyes wide open
to the secret forest beyond those tear-filled trees
heart-rending blindness
won't testify that i'm on my knees

maybe i'm a little young to care
maybe i'm a little old to cry
i don't know
maybe i'm a little weak to dance
maybe i'm a little strong to die
i don't know

concentrating
love and i'm hating myself again
impersonating
the smallest shadow of my original self again

does anybody really want to grasp
my hand and lift me to my feet? does
anybody really want to be the breeze
that frightens off this heat?

Stroke your skin, there are teeth marks to be sure.

You threw a noose around my shadow.
Got me into all this mess.
I would have dove in head first anyway
for less, for a whole lot less.

We don't need a lot of money.
We'll be sleeping on the beach,
keeping oceans within reach.

You're makin' a mess
Is that what you do best?
Is madness just a hand-me-down?

we dance on the tracks of a train called youth

your pictures will protect me
you must be a scientist by now
with rumpled midnight hair

Sometimes what feels like pretty good music
is just the same old song.

Trace your bruise
like a guilty streak.
Hold the pain.
You're a connoisseur.

And courage is a weapon we must use
to find some life you can't refuse.