I hope you can look at yourself
Beyond your choices
Or at least,
Beyond that choice specifically.
Because that's what I do.
You see, baby
We have this same atoms composition
And exquisite ways of seeing the world
That's alright
Today I was getting ready to go out
And then I couldn't help noticing that
My chest is holding a lot of scrapes
It got me thinking.
If that's all over,
and there's nothing left but ashes
Then why the hell
am I still bleeding
Over your name?
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 9:08 PM UTC
I hope you can look at yourself
Beyond your choices
Or at least,
Beyond that choice specifically.
Because that's what I do.
You see, baby
We have this same atoms composition
And exquisite ways of seeing the world
That's alright
Today I was getting ready to go out
And then I couldn't help noticing that
My chest is holding a lot of scrapes
It got me thinking.
If that's all over,
and there's nothing left but ashes
Then why the hell
am I still bleeding
Over your name?
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