My tired eyes are blackened wicks Razor tucked under my chin Quit quit quitters started quitting
One last time Take me down to the other side Where all the lights are handed out
Mine is empty mine is shattered and powered down How she cuts from the inside Whispers everything's all right
She's a late star rising up To me she shines I'm the bellyache in time
The bootstrap cough of the family line
All that history that was never meant to be Hold my head together with
Reconnective little pills That look like cars and swallow everything they see And she cuts from the inside
Whispers everything is mine Late stars that rise above us start to shine Concentrate so I can find myself I can't get back all the time I wasted She keeps an eye on me She found my center.
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