I stiffen to think I’d
hold a mirror to light,
and hold your hand to ransom.
I’ll ask to learn to breathe
in the hard walking light,
well misery loves beauty
and I’m shifting slow words
by my closed eyes.
Britney found me a girl to fight
and that’s in fun,
She talks like a car crash,
I;d take her down, but I might not.
Some might say darling
in time to shadows
that eyes make,
Some sing about
death but I’m not
ready.
when I meet them I’m
not talking for hours,
my eyes will bob like lungs
and I can’t face the evening straight,
You always offer me escape
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