Take back your new yellow dress the one without the blood stains that makes you feel the best but insincere and moving scared you were just waiting patiently for a moment between the second you knew would be there Maybe if I could have held out longer I would be sharing with you my last cigarette and maybe if I could have let go sooner I wouldn't be telling to you my first six regrets Act out your clueless distress and try not to forget the numbers scratched onto your chest but in-between and out of scenes you were sprinting for an epiphany hoping this would all make sense I'm sure it felt good to you to find a wound to bleed through a sense of security the feel of someone to cling to the fuel is fear the scenery's not that clear and as for insight it's a nice night for a fist fight
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