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listen, there's a fire deep inside the places so unknown where the orphans and the rejects found a place to call their home and it's crumbling to the ground watch now, loners and their lovers must avoid the flames below while they hold their breath and hands and disappear into the smoke and they're fading quick, like ghosts nothing looks the way it should and footprints trail across the street dragging soot and ash and sorrow on the bottoms of their feet someone smells of gasoline there's a flood within the mothership and no one inside swims noses struggle and make bubbles and their lungs can't seem to win water overwhelms and drowns memories of a brighter moment thrown aside by crashing waves someone used to love the ocean and the salty sunny days oh my, how things have changed nothing was the same you look down at your hands and notice drops of gasoline you'd think the smell would wash away like water you released your home was trying to grow legs and longed to finally be free your only happy healthy hideaway was so far out of reach you had no choice but to **** and drown and hurt you had no choice you watched the home you just built burn something about destruction pulls you close and draws you in losing everything you've known before it leaves just means you win nothing's changed, you've always been this way lighting matches, digging your own shallow grave
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Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC
house of cards and gusts of wind
listen, there's a fire deep inside the places so unknown where the orphans and the rejects found a place to call their home and it's crumbling to the ground watch now, loners and their lovers must avoid the flames below while they hold their breath and hands and disappear into the smoke and they're fading quick, like ghosts nothing looks the way it should and footprints trail across the street dragging soot and ash and sorrow on the bottoms of their feet someone smells of gasoline there's a flood within the mothership and no one inside swims noses struggle and make bubbles and their lungs can't seem to win water overwhelms and drowns memories of a brighter moment thrown aside by crashing waves someone used to love the ocean and the salty sunny days oh my, how things have changed nothing was the same you look down at your hands and notice drops of gasoline you'd think the smell would wash away like water you released your home was trying to grow legs and longed to finally be free your only happy healthy hideaway was so far out of reach you had no choice but to **** and drown and hurt you had no choice you watched the home you just built burn something about destruction pulls you close and draws you in losing everything you've known before it leaves just means you win nothing's changed, you've always been this way lighting matches, digging your own shallow grave
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Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC
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