Falling through pages of Martens on angels
feeling my heart pull west
I saw the furture dressed as a stranger
love in a space dye vest
Love is an act of blood and I'm bleeding
a pool in the shape of a heart
Beauty projection in the reflection
always the worst way to start
Now that you're gone I'm trying to take it
learning to swallow the rage
Found a new girl I think we can make it
as long as she stays on the page
This is not how I want it to end
and I'll never be open again
There's no one to take my blame
if they wanted to
Nothing to keep me sane
and its all the same to you
There's nowhere to set my aim
so I'm everywhere
Never come near me again
do you really think I need you
And I'll smile and I'll learn to pretend
And I'll never be open again
And I'll have no more dreams to defend
And I'll never be open again
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