Your heart is like a burned down house. And no matter how hard I try, I just cant get out. The firemen dont work on this one. They just watch us from the street. And when the show is over, people come in and take what they could need. And soon we'll be empty. A bath of malice and debris.
So I told that ghost, "I dont wanna be a resident here."
Okay, so its sort of like this. I used to live on a hot-air balloon. Catching winds, sleeping under maps to keep me warm. Just floatttttttin by
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