Why were you born with gasoline?

Because every time I glance at your lips,

You spill fire from your tongue...

Touching the ceilings with death...

The smoke arises around you and me...

Calling for new roofs with no endings...

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Feeling the thorns wrap around my heart like a vine...

Squeezing the soul out of my body...

Where are the roses now?

Where is the sunlight now?

Is it hidden behind the clouds you created?

Is it raining down on my windows?

Is it swirling in the sea?

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I see you talking with the weather man...

Does he tell you a good forecast?

Do you care if it rains on your body?

Because baby,

The lies won't stop coming...

That's why the sky is so sad today...

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And you say its apart of me,

But apart of you is the good as well...

So why show the bad?

Why show the scorpion instead of the dandelion?

Pick away the time we have left...

And let it float like a wooden boat...

Surfacing above all that is hungry for a bite...

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You say your words...

Fly like the spaceships...

But where will they land?

I see flowers,

Covered in syrup and needles...

Why do others need to get stuck,

And bleed with you?

Why should your ignorance be blissful?