LOVE is VIOLENCE.
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There's no going back
Guess it's all in my head
Think I fucking noticed that
I'm losing control of that
Forgot how I'm suppose to act
Know I love playing with your mind
Are you blinded by the lights
Are you dancing in the night
Fly away, Fly away, Fly away
To a better place, better place, better place
Thought you were the one I loved
Thought you were the one I needed
You were the one I had
Now I don't wanna fall for love
I don't wanna drink that poison
Now I don't wanna see you
I don't fucking need you
LOVE is VIOLENCE.
Living under pressure
Words never find the right way
Their way to you
Hold on for a second
Know that the problem won't change
It's not fair to you
Below all the ruble
And symphony's rumblesp
There lies a heart beating still
I'm not okay
But I'm not insane
Although with the way I act
It might seem that way
It's complicated
The way that my brains
In the middle of a rain cloud where it drowns all its days
There's something safe
Safe in the rain
There's something safe
Safe in the rain
Might sound kind of stupid
But my heart it digs it's own grave
Right under you
Below all the ruble
And symphony's rumbles
There lies a heart beating still
I'm not okay
But I'm not insane
Although with the way I act
It might seem that way
It's complicated
The way that my brains
In the middle of a rain cloud where it drowns all its days
There's something safe
Safe in the rain
There's something safe
Safe in the rain
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Every time a guy writes a song, he's a sailor, a cowboy
Holding out the world in his palm like he made it himself
Every time I open my mouth, I think, "Wow, what a loud noise"
Still on the soapbox, just hoping I seem underwhelmed
The hand, the pen, the writing again
The wind around the willow
The felt, the ice, the passage of time
The melting down the window
The now, the then, the thinking of "when"
The bottle in the ocean
The strike, the pause
The message from God forbid she shows emotion
LOVE is VIOLENCE.
Every time a guy writes a song, he's a sailor, a cowboy Holding out the world in his palm like he ma
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This isn't RAGE, it's worth a MENTION
This is a FAKE internal tension
Sometimes, I spread out one opinion
And stand on its back to gauge ATTENTION
This isn't RAGE, it's too SPECIFIC
I like to hate symbolic LIMITS
This is no statement, I'm complicit
This is a DREAM, God put me in it!...