LYRIC

You end
Where I begin
Covered in lovers,
Vainly chasing butterflies.

I've confused stars, scars, scabs, and everything.
My cloud of smoke (another choke),
A pretentious in joke

Grey veins have crawled across our sky
So cut me loose and deal me out.

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