and these nights i get high just from breathing -
when i lie here with you, i'm sure that i'm real,
like that firework over the freeway.
i could stay here all day, but that's not how you feel.
what did i do that you can't seem to want me?
and why do we lie here and whisper goodbyes?
where can i go that your pictures won't haunt me?
what makes it so easy
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