Let's tie our hands together with red ribbons 

I'm sick of being grounded

We could fly too close to the sun,

carve our names onto the surface of the moon

I'm tired of the weight of mortality, lets take it

let's take these hollow corpses and make them Gods

we don't need to cry over these coffee stains,

every morning they woke us up when we couldn't help but fall

It's been a long time since you left but i still talk about you,

in my head you're still here, with me 

like you promised.

- why didn't you keep it


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