From fields of sunshine
To dark and dusty basements
I followed you to the edge of the atlas
Yet I do it no more
Our paths will remain apart
As we've seen the edge
And you still choose to return
Enquiring why I do not
As you'll always have my back
Alas,
I know your secret
I saw the blade tucked
Away in your fist
You've got my back
Only to hoist your blade into it
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 8:11 AM UTC
From fields of sunshine
To dark and dusty basements
I followed you to the edge of the atlas
Yet I do it no more
Our paths will remain apart
As we've seen the edge
And you still choose to return
Enquiring why I do not
As you'll always have my back
Alas,
I know your secret
I saw the blade tucked
Away in your fist
You've got my back
Only to hoist your blade into it
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