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This is what the edge of your seat is made for
Holding on
Nothing to lose
And this is what
The back of your hands was there for
Stolen apologies
You're a traitor to my heart
You're a traitor to us all
Forsaken!!
This over indulgence of conciseness
Has torn a day apart
And lingered in the splendor
Of the feeling in my stomach
Trailing down the shadow of cupped hands
Covering my face
Away from the need to talk to my miscalculation
Forsaken!!
We're all movie stars
And I'm speaking these words
And I'm talking to the mirror
You're a traitor to my heart
You're a traitor to us fucking all
And I don't want to kiss anyone but you
I fucking love you