Being far away doesn’t mean much now
Memories kill each other before my eyes
Making the sound of a car crash in my head
To make it obvious to the naked eye
I’d rip my heart out if I was you
It’s dead anyways
Feed it to my hungry soul
Melancholic and savage
You’re something new
Yet your melody’s old
You’re like a bad song
You get stuck in my head
Fuck it, what do I know
I’m just another name on the pages of your so-called glory

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