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Jun 2012
I cannot hear you on the days you dream
Saying lover like a curse word
I overheard what you oversaw
The scene we waited for
To save our lives
We’re older now
And school is out
We're older now
School is out

These streets are lined with car wrecks
Thousands of crashes
And tonight I sound of your collision
Pulling you apart and mangling your edge
Feeling the glass staining our eyes
So that we can tell
The nebula is exploding
When we collide


I wish I could take your hand
And pull you closer to me
In this wreckage of scrap metal
Twisted our lies into a new religion
I’ve been waiting for you
To stay for the night
But I can only walk away
From this point on

These streets are lined with car wrecks
Thousands of crashes
And tonight I sound of your collision
Pulling you apart and mangling your edge
Feeling the glass staining our eyes
So that we can tell
The nebula is exploding
When we collide


There’s something I want to tell you
But you have to lean in to hear
There’s something I want to tell you
But you won’t hear me tonight
There’s something I want to yell you
But you can’t hear me over the *crashing
Brandon
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Brandon  On the edge of your taste
(On the edge of your taste)   
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     ---, victoria and Brandon
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