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The lighter fluid set it off The moment you and I were set ablaze And in the haze Of smokey bars and dreary days I feel the ashes on the pages now, The photo on the shelf's been Overlooked for far too long And been bleached out by the sun And fingerprints of long lost children Are engraved into the paint You said I was a girl of novice strings And I was into meaner things Go on and make it airtight Lock the door and seal it off I do not wish to fight the future Or the things that I was taught I've lit the cardboard endless times now Pressed the monster to my lips to burn the Feeling of your kisses off my aching consciousness There will be solace in the bathroom floor She screamed it at his face And when the house is all foreclosed He will not miss the empty space The steel was never sweeter Now the clocks are way too loud Turn the tables back three months again Just where's your safety now I can't put it down I can't put it down I can't put it down The empty driveway was the prophet Just like leading sheep to slaughter When before she kicked the door She fell like roadmaps at his feet The sound of ringing makes the paint peel Fall down into curling hands I smell the stench of open wounds and overbearing righteousness It's not far away from sunrise and the Hole is growing wider Swallowing the mice and monsters Doesn't matter who was "nicer " Palpitations for your journal It was all a grim facade Hide the body, make a new sound Before your ***** hands get caught Turn the clock back three months now I can't put it down 5 years in a minute I can't Put it Down 3 months 2 days 1 second I can't put it down
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Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC
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The lighter fluid set it off The moment you and I were set ablaze And in the haze Of smokey bars and dreary days I feel the ashes on the pages now, The photo on the shelf's been Overlooked for far too long And been bleached out by the sun And fingerprints of long lost children Are engraved into the paint You said I was a girl of novice strings And I was into meaner things Go on and make it airtight Lock the door and seal it off I do not wish to fight the future Or the things that I was taught I've lit the cardboard endless times now Pressed the monster to my lips to burn the Feeling of your kisses off my aching consciousness There will be solace in the bathroom floor She screamed it at his face And when the house is all foreclosed He will not miss the empty space The steel was never sweeter Now the clocks are way too loud Turn the tables back three months again Just where's your safety now I can't put it down I can't put it down I can't put it down The empty driveway was the prophet Just like leading sheep to slaughter When before she kicked the door She fell like roadmaps at his feet The sound of ringing makes the paint peel Fall down into curling hands I smell the stench of open wounds and overbearing righteousness It's not far away from sunrise and the Hole is growing wider Swallowing the mice and monsters Doesn't matter who was "nicer " Palpitations for your journal It was all a grim facade Hide the body, make a new sound Before your ***** hands get caught Turn the clock back three months now I can't put it down 5 years in a minute I can't Put it Down 3 months 2 days 1 second I can't put it down
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Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC
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