real life is so hard we hide in the stars that’s where our heads are my head and your heart this is a black out don’t let it go to waste this is a black out I want to detonate when you are so far I’m falling apart lose all my sonar you jam our radar sometimes I feel I’m getting stuck between the handshake and the fuck you’ve got me on guard I’ve got my head start my head and your heart the same in the stars sometimes I wish that I could change I can’t save you from my poor brain OK

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