The world is just as boring as you think
Like losing baby teeth but with accompanying disease
And I can't carry the sun
So listen just as long as you're here
Thin and decent so are we with our dependent means
And i can't carry your arms, until November's gone
Stand with me, if only for a second because i can see you running to your hottest, nearest, whatever thoughts. I know that you would never think to push me too, but here we are again we can push each other to hell and back
You're plotting your own death
And you don't even know it
It is clear skies for your demise
With no chance of hope
Oh the love is gone
You threw it away
You were always wrong
Stuck in retrograde
It just goes to show
You'll never know
A single thing about me
Bite half your tongue, dig your own grave
Stand with me while say when. I said when
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