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Hydrogen Burns Quick but Helium Burns Heavy
I woke up this morning with a smile on my face and a friendship in my hand
Cut it open and found a slew of lies, wrote them down to recite to you as proof
That it was always me who tied this together, kept us sane
Keep dancing to your song of self-pity and wonder when we’ll come back to help
You make yourself more dead than that door…
Nail closed the mahogany coffin and laugh because it’s my fucking time to shine
Can’t you see this is the fucking end, broken down our car has stumbled off the cliff
e-lights blinking violently over the chasm, just so we can see the bottom
bottomed out like a tsunami hit me sideways and laughed at my crash
I’m hoping for your faults, hoping they make you spiral down
This is the point where I hypnotize myself into believing you never meant a fucking thing to me
And I’ll break this olive branch, burn the dove, and use its flames to heat the blade
I want to see your insides, spilled out on the floor like some piñata that never made it down the rope
Can you feel the cabin fever eating you alive, do you feel it searing your skin
I’ll bury you and swallow the key to your tomb, set myself on fire
You’re not worth the skin you’re holding together with selfish lines and pity crimes
I’ll make it home with minutes to spare so I have time to write a new song
One where you’re dead and I’m singing out the high notes
Where you can’t hold your bones together because I cut the sinew at every joint
Where the saw blade is closer to your stomach than the grass to the ground
Don’t you get it boy? It’s my fucking time to shine
And I’ll burn you up while I do