give me your
ghosts
& I'll fight the
fairest faces of the
earth
to prove you don't
belong where
you are
we only expose the very
barest
of our skin to the
things that know not
how to love
& he still turns away
disgusted
at the sight of a
tear
we continue to find our
little hope
in loveless places
& you continue
to puzzle me
with your peculiar
grace
we would have made
phenomenal outlaws
driving down the
desert highway
resistant to death
& calmly causing a mockery
of the
cracked and brittle bones
of the vast
decaying wilderness
yeah, we would have
if you'd only let me
use your gun
for the greater good
Feb 12, 2012
Feb 12, 2012 at 6:13 PM UTC
give me your
ghosts
& I'll fight the
fairest faces of the
earth
to prove you don't
belong where
you are
we only expose the very
barest
of our skin to the
things that know not
how to love
& he still turns away
disgusted
at the sight of a
tear
we continue to find our
little hope
in loveless places
& you continue
to puzzle me
with your peculiar
grace
we would have made
phenomenal outlaws
driving down the
desert highway
resistant to death
& calmly causing a mockery
of the
cracked and brittle bones
of the vast
decaying wilderness
yeah, we would have
if you'd only let me
use your gun
for the greater good
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