Archive No.9: Archive No. 89 - The Imitations of Art
Based On: Getaway Car by Taylor Swift
I'm sitting on a bench and waiting for impatience to consume me whole
Lost love and marigolds plant their roots in my soul
I push up against every moment of peace I can muster in a bed of chaos
And lose myself to the whims that make me proud yet lonesome
Fortunately you know where I keep my gun
Because what if we can't find a way to run
I wouldn't dare to poison you, that's painful and slow
Cruel intentions always find a way back to you
Know where my body lies all sanctified
You've kidnapped my fear and I'll know you keep it safe tonight
Until I find the courage to breath in the air again
Poisoned on the hefty rumors raw and bare
I'm lying my way through the storm I brewed out of sheer cold
It's just how I'm feeling, a slow compelled healing while I'm losing my way home
I pull up to the store, I can buy a good amount of nothing for more
Pressed pause on this and see where the road not taken goes
Fortunately you know where I keep my gun
I'd hate to be forever on the run
I wouldn't dare to poison you, that's painful and slow
Cruel intentions always find a way back to you
Know where my body lies all sanctified
You've kidnapped my fear and I'll know you keep it safe tonight
Until I find the courage to breath in the air again
Poisoned on the hefty rumors raw and bare
They throw us into the archives, number 89
Ninety days of running but I spent the last day screaming for my life
I wish my thick skin grew old and weary
So nothing will ever find the need to chase me
I'm unconvinced that this is how it all comes to in the end
A cold case that will leave them digging up empty graves
Are we the biggest mystery to leave this town a celebrity?
Go back and find it written passably, I'm entitled to an archival legacy.
-auctor

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