Trading lovers for liars
taking cover from the fires
and staying afloat in this concrete
rushing blood through these streets
wash me away with the rain
she's become the broken heart, the new pain
search the mailboxes, find out where my heart is
i've got it tattooed inside too for this
a map of what's to come and what has been
you're dying everyday sweetheart from our fallout
the shelters weren't as strong as we had hoped
the nuclear waste has become our every emotion
i'm hanging on the other line like it's some kind of rope
the kind of hope you sell when you wanna feel real
and you say you're going for gold, but it's just faded copper
and nothing can stop her when she's dead set on making this a living
breaking hearts everyday and staying at bay before the intervention returns
she's been treated for herione, cocaine, and meth
but i should've been there being treated for falling for you so easily
take the Delorean back to the future (we will never have)
stuck between international time zones and forgotten systems
our clocks are rearranging like the smile on my face
become thing the gasp, the exhausted frown of another lie
i'm breathing in deadly words she wasted my way
won't you bring your waist this way, dance for damnation
baby, sweating on dancefloors for salvation
she's the new typo i want to erase
so let's go back before times new roman
let's go back before my life was all a blog
baby, i thought i was yours, but i don't belong
this is it, i'm out, i'll crash into you tomorrow, so long
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