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  I pushed myself over the bridge when I felt affection for the first time  Didn't know what to do with it, so I threw it in the ocean but tied to a line  Anchored by a ghost ship it was caught sailing on the high tide A masquerade of careless storms brewed in my throat so I just teared up and said nothing more I never thought I'd be like that  Missing what was given but too proud to give it back But look at me now, go ahead and laugh My blackout pride and constant sighs is all I have  I put up with everything and anyone and lost my way home  I found thorns in my shoes and so barefoot I roamed Aimlessly and fearlessly, a labyrinth is best solved alone  But when I walked out of the gates my gold and copper looked like one  I never thought I'd be like that  Missing what was given but too proud to give it back But look at me now, go ahead and laugh My blackout pride and constant sighs is all I have The dark circles in the mirror is an abyss I've...

  I've made the old stones near our fireplace my home And as I stare down at the last eight years I'm inconsolable I weep into the flames that fanned my overly emotional Vows to return before you would ever know I was gone Dawn breaks through the cracks of light in my roof  I park the car going overdrive right next to the phone booth I see your amber hair in my cobaltic stare through the looking glass Imitations of art and a faulty start led us down this path Every time I'm confronted with the reality of this I have to take three steps back to a time when happiness was forgiven Now do I move on or remain wounded and ruined And forever be spiteful and scared of my own optimism I picture myself covered in moon dust and your name written on my wrist  Forever breathless and exhausted from framing your intentions to be a gift We grew up alone and clung onto every bit of belonging shown  Painted blue over the red flags and dyed our grays black  Every time I'm confront...

Loving you will be the end of me  As I bleed in deep blue hypocrisy  The most unkind way to cut all ties  Is to tolerate it and be hostile Even if it takes me 200 years My patience at this time should be revered Amongst the arid silence and the desert winds  I burn the midnight candle and craft the antithesis The manuscript is incomplete But I'm sitting on the highest peak  Of a range I know I will never have  Limited to someone I know you can't stand  Even if it takes me 200 years My patience at this time should be revered Amongst the arid silence and the desert winds  I burn the midnight candle and craft the antithesis Even if it takes me 600 years  My body will repel any censorship  Amongst the arid silence and the desert winds I burn the midnight candle and craft the antithesis Violet handprints, you've made a mark on me Burgundy bruises, from a fight that never ceased No one builds walls more impenetrable than I do Give me a reason ...