something bigger than us
don't make a fuss
over small things
just sing away
the creatures
of ink black midnight
and tap your foot
to the beat
bought flowers
every hour we were together
and we like to pretend in forever
in any kind of weather
where the rain is for never
laugh out at the
pouring pain
again and again
until we win
some sort of prize
for the lies
of tongues dyed with
seeping vengeance
hold me closer
count the stars
call me lover
touch the scars
and somewhere deep
we're one and the same
playing some viscous game
from within a somber sleep
hold your head up
past the knots in your throat
however remote
until our hearts erupt
and there's something in the distance
from another time
call it penance
or reasons for rhyme
but i want to take you there
as the last laugh was had
and we felt the piercing stab
of the creatures of reason
who judged us heathens
in the misty morning rain
we gave our all
and we were never tamed
hold me closer
count the stars
call me lover
touch the scars
maybe one day we'll look back
and laugh away the war
but that almost never happens
for heathens and whores
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