To see a cut of beauty and bleed but pain
From farther than the sunlight on a sky of palest grey
Your eyes the illusion of my drought-laden veins
I'll trip the drying drip of my faucet wrists
Grip the lip of a cliff I once resisted
And kiss the misty-eyed myths of a former insistence
Enlisting bliss that I've missed but can't strip down to what my wish is
'Cause, well...
I'm sick with it
I'm coughing up blood
In stains shaped like memories
In crimson reflections
I see the haunting eyes
I see all my goodbyes
But I did what you said
Tried to make some new and different friends
Despite the feeling in my head
Every good thing in this town always ends
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