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Time should stop moving
And never go beyond today
If we could find a way to stop
The world would be okay

If I'd thought about it sooner
It wouldn't have been downhill
But I'll make the best of what I've got

There is an alien in me,
It lives below my surface
I try to cut it out sometimes
It doesn't know what hurt is

And I don't know what to do
It gets too much to mention
A parasite upon my thoughts

I wanna go outside and write your name
In sunlight on the backs of both my eyes
I hope you're not surprised

When I use my scarred retinas to
stare your scrawled and cursive name
onto the dusty surfaces of
things I used to love before you

It's a mess but I've got integrity
Cable Rat King swallowed up my misery
I apologise for all the mess and I
Tell them I'm at work and they nod and comfort me
It's a mess but I've got integrity
Keep rewiring just to stay ahead of me
I apologise when I break down and pull out my hair
I'm just working in there

Strange how life gets turned around
Gets turned completely upside down
Now I am here

I wish that I could be
Invisible at 90˚
And slide away

Ezekiel was calm and quiet as the wind
Before he said what he said
And as he turned away your happy baby eyes
Stared through his head

Sing, sing the revelations that you see
Swoop among the people and take heed
Cherub you are terrifying me

Red and blue veins
Are the only ones you know
Don't be sad
Don't be sad
You fell on your face
And you don't know where to go
Don't be sad
Don't be sad

What to do, what to do, what to do
Trying hard to seem mysterious while wrestling with you for fun

Marry me, marry me, marry me
Close your eyes and bite your lip and in a second it'll be all done

I thought you thought that I was pretty but it turns out that you really took an interest in the things I had to say
So what

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I hold your thumb
You pull away
It comes undone
And fades to grey as though it never came to harm
A petrified apostrophe upon my palm

The world is strange, the world is strange
It's all a game, a shooting range
For apathy and empathy
Psychology and therapy
And even if I'm eloquent
This all defies my sentiment
The information's always there
It's in your food and tangled in your hair

There's a girl there on the dancefloor
And I don't know how to reach her
Now heterosexuality's
Not my defining feature
They said skinny jeans and cardigans
Were the only way to go
But now it seems that Oxfam employees
Are not the ones who know just how it works

There's some teenage smell to summer
Nothing I can do but feel it shine
Woke up with rocks inside my heart but
Breathing in the air here makes it fine

I've got that anxious little fever
But i've got a way to sweat the sadness out
Make shapes and take a little space to

What did you do
To get some
Job like that what
Did you do
Did you sleep with the
Branch manager
What did you do

You told me sieze the day
And then I really thought you cared
And I tried to face my fears
But then I just got really scared
And even the fluffiest of silver clouds
Are made of freezing wetness
And you tell me life's a bitch
But I don't think you really get this