Swerve your heart to avoid the pile up you come so close to joining. Your breathing is dancing too close to the edge of uncertainty. Prove one more time I’m setting myself up for jealousy. I've got petrol in one hand and a lighter in the other, I always knew which house I’m walking to. Scream I’m still crazy when you’re already faking your future. Block your ears from vibrations of apologies; slide your wrists out of the restraints that are forgiveness. Lying won’t save you from denying fashion. You can hit me with the spikes of your drunken memories, but hold the late nights in a titanium locked and carve this apology into stone its the last time I wont mean it. Someday my hands wont reach but my eyes will follow you to the floor.
xo
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