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Sep 2013
How do I know they won't make a reach?
How can I know we're safe?
I'm the keeper of a shiny gift.
But a slave to my own assumptions.
I think about what I'd think about
If I thought a little bit less.

You're dressed up. How sweet of you.
I'm slipping far away
Can you hear me through your hollow ears?
Can you see me through your diamond eyes?
I'm spent and this night's been ruined.
But I'm drawn to a fatal kiss.

I think I'll park my car around back.
I think I'll burn the house down.
Don't worry you know I'll get you out
In time to watch the sunrise.
If anyone touches my diamonds
I'd leave them with nothing but wrists.
Written by
Dylan Witte
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