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but then i remember when you packed my car, you reached in the back and buckled up your heart for me to drive away with.

either way you're by my side until my dying days, and if i'm not there and i'm far away i said "don't be afraid, we're going home."

and my skin, it will start to break up and fall apart.

i think you would beat the moon in a pretty contest.

friend, please remove your hands from over your eyes for me.

now is the climax to the story that gives the demons and angels purpose.

driving once again, but now this time there were 3 men and then i heard one of them say "i know the night will turn to gray, i know the stars will start to fade when all the darkness fades away, we head to steal him from his fate so he could see another day."

every time i feel selfish, ambition is taking my vision.

you are tired, you are hurt.

please take my hand, we're in foreign lands as we travel through snow, together we go.

he has fallen and all he knows is another world looks down and frowns.

you have learned way too soon that your dad is now the pantaloon.

either way he can't deny he is a pantaloon.

"follow me instead."

i feel my conscience wearing thin.

get up johnny boy because we all need you now.

i won't fall in love with falling, i will try to avoid those eyes.

as it blows me back and forth, bindless, spineless, and pretend.

a strangers back is all i see, he's only a few feet in front of me.

i wanna strip myself of breath, a breathless piece of death i've made for you.

someone said "away you go," and someone said to you "goodbye."

he's seen too many stare downs between the sun and the moon.

but you specialize in dying, you hear me screaming father.

your twisted mind is like snow on the road.

but then i remember when you packed my car, you reached in the back and buckled up your heart for me to drive away with.

but then i remember when you packed my car, you reached in the back and buckled up your heart for me to drive away with.

find a wife and build yourself a home.

as we fall in line.

now is the climax to the story that gives the demons and angels purpose.

oh, ms. believer, my pretty weeper.