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they don't ever wanna make an impression
they wanna get stuck in your skin

she's running out of weed

i'm running out of veins

the ghosts that have left marks on the spirit remains

you're just a horrible morning and i am an awful night
i can't erase your look from my eyelids

and they think everything will be alright
honey, nothing was inside
we're all waiting in the queue for the outside

no, i don't wanna share my bed with you
however, i'd die to see you choke with my sheets
she broke all your bones but you still smile
however, we know i'm only a secret for yourself

and they think everything will be alright
honey, nothing was inside
we're all waiting in the queue for the outside