Last night wasn't as bad as the night beforeI dreamt of people that i never met
Wished for everything to be right
My clock stopped on 11:10
He said "you can thank your lucky stars that everything i wish for will never come true"
The city lights strangle the life from every star and leave the sky a sickly orange/black
If this is good enough, then mabey you'll forget about hating yourself for this moment
Take your last deep breath, and rest your head by the light of this town as it burns to ashes
We left all our hopes and dreams locked in the kerosene soaked walls of my bedroom
We strike up conversations like matches...
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