When this began the future was our best friend but listen to your eyes beyond the chains of illusion; these scars are just the beginning and it would take just one hand to count your thoughts of me when I could fill the sea with thoughts of you. I don't question motives, I’m just sick of breaking my own rules.
I mean, if she only knew herself as much as she's convinced that she does, she'd probably throw herself in front of the first bus she finds. And we could only hope for the best. But you’re better than this, and you're wishing I was the type to wake up in the morning with my head in my hands.
You’re seasoned and I’m shy. We’ll fix that another time. Just go ahead and say you love me; you don't have to mean it. I was the last thing you wanted and the first thing you needed. Oh I’m gonna get your ghost out of me.
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