Save her grace
purpose in this life
but i make a horrible sickly martyr
and she makes a better one, pretty hair
sunk in january, and who am i
to save anyone, while on that collision course
this apocalypse
first against the wall
first against the wall
now i could lie
maybe convince myself
maybe make it a reality
that's how optimisim works
and i'm too busy being in love
not mining it for poetry
the real thing is better than anything
written about it
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fake martyrs wake up with
hangovers, emotional and
physical
sadness for the sake of sadness
isn't a cross, it's an addiciton
and i have to get drunk to call my friends
haven't really understood that one yet
as i lay me down to wail
i pray that god will post some bail
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