we hope and pray for something just to throw it away after one too many swigs of vodka. we bargain for a chance at love only to gamble it all on a fumble behind a tent. but more importantly, we don't hide the evidence.
we are so fragile and breakable so why throw ourselves from such great heights?
my mouth was kept shut under lock and key and i couldn't warn you about how much trouble i was and whether i was worth it.
i'm very much aware than i am alive but the question is if i'm living. it's the difference in the shades. it's the difference between illegality and felony. it's the sublety that matters. this is mediocrity and nonchalance at it's most beautiful.
people never wrote songs about the love that worked out.
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