When you say my name,
i want to split it from your lips
and hide like whispers in the rain.
when you say my name,
i want to stop it in your lungs
and collect all of your blood to put in the radio.
Is this how it feels
when you dont even fit into your own skin?
and its getting tighter,
every day i'm getting smaller
if i keep holding my breath i'm going to
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