LYRIC

Cheekbones​​ ​​that​​ ​​shine​​ ​​like​​ ​​diamonds​
Oh​​ ​​darkness,​​ ​​I ​​am​​ ​​nerveless
Eyes​​ ​​closed​​ ​​for​​ ​​lack​​ ​​of​​ purpose or lack​​ ​​of​​ ​​light​​
Or​​ ​​fear​​ ​​that​​ ​​I’ll​​ ​​lose​​ ​​it
I’m​​ ​​still​​ ​​afraid​​ ​​of​​ ​​the​​ ​​dark
You​​ ​​were​​ ​​my​​ ​​light​​ ​​for​​ ​​so​​ ​​long​
Oceans​​ ​​deep​​ ​​and ​​mountains​​ ​​tall​
Our​​ ​​future​​ ​​plays​​ ​​tricks​​ ​​on​​ ​​us,​​ ​​huh?

Stories​​ ​​that​​ ​​wreak​​ ​​of​​ ​​fiction
Adorned,​​ ​​written​​ ​​in​​ ​​cursive
You​​ ​​were​​ ​​a​​ ​​catholic​​ ​​school​​ ​​kid
You​​ ​​kept​​ ​​quiet​​ ​​for​​ ​​fear​​ ​​that​​ ​​you’d​​ ​​choose​​ ​​this​
Dimples​​ ​​that​​ ​​cut​​ ​​through​​ ​​eyelids
Oh,​​ ​​heartlessness​​ ​​is​​ ​​burden
High​​ ​​lows,​​ ​​for​​ ​​you’re​​ ​​uncertain
Of​​ ​​eagerness​​ ​​or​​ ​​fear​​ ​​that​​ ​​you’ll​​ ​​lose​​ ​​it​
Or​​ ​​fear​​ ​​that​​ ​​you’ll​​ ​​lose​​ ​​it​​
Or​​ ​​fear​​ ​​that​​ ​​you’ll​​ ​​lose​​ ​​it​​
Or​​ ​​fear​​ ​​that​​ ​​you’ll​​ ​​lose​​ ​​it​​
Or​​ ​​fear​​ ​​that​​ ​​you’ll​​ ​​lose​​ ​​it​​

The​​ ​​person​​ ​​you​​ ​​made​​ ​​yourself​​ ​​out​​ ​​to​​ ​​be​
Would​​ ​​feel​​ ​​sorry​​ ​​for​​ ​​what​​ ​​you have​​ ​​done​​ ​​to​​ ​​me​
Like​​ ​​scrapped​​ ​​sheet​​ ​​metal​​ ​​shaves​ ​ivories​
You​​ ​​started​​ ​​out​​ ​​slow​​ ​​but​​ ​​you​​ ​​cut​​ ​​your​​ ​​teeth​
You​​ ​​cut​​ ​​your​​ ​​teeth

Cheekbones​​ ​​that​​ ​​shine​​ ​​like​​ ​​diamonds​
Oh​​ ​​darkness,​​ I​​ ​​am​​ ​​nerveless
Eyes​​ ​​closed​​ ​​for​​ ​​lack​​ ​​of​​ ​​purpose or lack​​ ​​of​​ ​​light​​
Or​​ ​​fear​​ ​​that​​ ​​I’ll​​ ​​lose​​ ​​it
Or​​ ​​fear​​ ​​that​​ ​​I’ll​​ ​​lose​​ ​​it
Or​​ ​​fear​​ ​​that​​ ​​I’ll​​ ​​lose​​ ​​it
Or​​ ​​fear​​ ​​that​​ ​​I’ll​​ ​​lose​​ ​​it
Or​​ ​​fear​​ ​​that​​ ​​I’ll​​ ​​lose​​ ​​it

You’ve​​ ​​never​​ ​​felt​​ ​​sorry​​ ​​at​​ ​​all
You’ve​​ ​​never​​ ​​felt​​ ​​sorry​​ ​​at​​ ​​all
You’ve​​ ​​never​​ ​​felt​​ ​​sorry​​ ​​at​​ ​​all
You’ve​​ ​​never​​ ​​felt​​ ​​sorry​​ ​​at​​ ​​all
The​​ ​​person​​ ​​you​​ ​​made​​ ​​yourself​​ ​​out​​ ​​to​​ ​​be​
Would​​ ​​feel​​ ​​sorry​​ ​​for​​ ​​what​​ ​​you have​​ ​​done​​ ​​to​​ ​​me​
Like​​ ​​scrapped​​ ​​sheet​​ ​​metal​​ ​​shaves​ ​ivories​
You​​ ​​started​​ ​​out​​ ​​slow​​ ​​but​​ ​​you​​ ​​cut​​ ​​your​​ ​​teeth​
You​​ ​​cut​​ ​​your​​ ​​teeth

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