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Shine a light on the good things that we did.
I think I love you like a car crash.
Darkness is a harsh term, don’t you think?
And yet it dominates the things I see.
we’ll see everything
I should run for my gun,
but I’m lying instead
in your hands.
I’m finally on my way home.
violence
I know the world’s a broken bone,
but melt your headaches -
call it home.
They told us not to fight,
but we’ll fight it ‘til we die.
