you treat my heart like you treat your money
heirs to misfortune
yet i still feel a surge of electricity every time our fingers brush or eyes meet
i don't get in trouble,honey
i live in trouble
eiffel tower showdown
"the very hurt you sold"
i relate to that a little too well
your ears can't seem to handle the truth behind the voices
the passion within me lets me fake that smile and pretend that everything's okay
i wish i had some sort of special glove that let me hold on to something so toxic like life itself
we just make up happy places to distract ourselves from the fact that life is too short
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