you wanted so badly to believe
that you could touch the past you just can't leave
love 'em and grieve 'em
skin and suede
no point in killing if they can't feel the blade
look the other way or close your eyes
"kiss it goodbye"s
so infatuated with lies
keep on touching
breathing and blushing
people aren't the way you think they are
we were right about the fucking stars
the memory of violence in the streets
the memory of songs we used to sing
the shutter clicks and there's nothing to fix
you needed their love too, but heaven't don't need you!
it's true.
it's true!
clenched in my fist
listen to what i say
little distant cloud that just walks to other way.
"girl upstairs" in my headphones
til it ends… leave me the fuck alone
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