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You say you're scared, well it's alright I'm scared too.
Your mom cries in her coffee
while dad fastens his bible belt.
You say it's been this way for years.
So you ran to the woods, to sleep on the ground with pine needles stuck in your hair.
And I hope you find love, wherever you are, because I die in my sleep every night.

Is this everything that you remember? Asking for scripts so you can go outside?
So its made its way into your wires.
But I grew up comfortable, folks are still together.
I never wanted you to find me, it all just fell into place while you were writing out notes on the back of a birthday card.

Quiet home, we're building on top of your bones.

I'm doing the same, I'm doing just fine. I've always been a confident liar--at least I'm confident.

I watched your spirit soar above a skyline of used car lots and trailer parks, from a hospital window perched over the town where I'll die, too.
I'll always hear you in the wind chimes and the streetlight's humming song when I walk the streets at night, I still walk the streets at night.

'Cause I don't know where I'll go.

And I still remember the last time that I saw you. It was the worst day of my childhood. You told me to leave the first chance that I got and never look back--that's exactly what you did.

And I started crying because I'll never see you again, my sister.
I can't ask you to come home, you never really understood what that was.

I've been holding onto all these makeshift universes that I swore would hold us together--I wanted to give you love that I just didn't have. There are some things we have to face alone, but that's what brings us together. At our worst it's all that we've got.

It'll tear you apart, rip the bones from your chest, to watch your childhood die in a hospital bed.

It's happening again. I haven't slept for days now. These thoughts of dying are killing me. Maybe I'm just going through the motions, maybe it's the rain, or maybe it's just me. I hope you understand why I keep this to myself, I just couldn't stomach picking up the phone. So show me something real, show me anything at all. Because the only thing I tend to relate to are these lies I keep telling myself. They're the only things that get me out of bed.

Goddamn it gets dark out here, when summer's still gasping for breath. And it makes me sick to my stomach to think about the time that I've wasted.

It's perfectly calculated. I was once your pride, but now I'm a parasite.

You've been talking in your sleep
about the legacy we leave.
I can hold your hand in the dark,
where the hollowest heartbreaks are.

"Lost in the film fade of memory"
what will become of you and me?
Because I can only run so far, before I'm torn apart by the wolves

i bit the bullet, it cracked my teeth
i spit up blood i got a taste for it when i was young i'm carrying comfort in a styrofoam cup 'til the morning comes, i'll think of you goddamn i can act on my instincts too through varying degrees of diversional techniques i can turn a cheek to everything i've ever abandoned. i wanna feel the energy beneath my feet, i don't wanna be asleep.
but maybe it wasn't meant for us?

i wanna be the belle of the barrio
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