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even if it kills me...

and we know it will.

cloak and dagger friendships conducted in silence, the fire in your hearts died out, but you're still stalking love with kitchen knives. becuase "if i can't have you no one can".

under your breath, everyone heard you tell him.
if i can't have you, no one can.

if i find the words i'll let you know.

if i keep holding my breath all of this will end.

intemperant attitudes in back-seat tribunes tear the wings from doves mid-flight, and the bodies proceed on a sprialing descent.

tonight begins the end.
close your eyes,
bite your lip,
and sing yourself to sleep.

in canvas bags on jetplanes over sea, we're heading home to the arms of the ones we love, dressed in the red caked on our skin left over from the accident.

i can't out-run this storm.

i float with the congregation of ghosts gathered inside your head.