i have things
i have things
to show you.
no need to entertain the impossible
a slight refrain until the tempo
becomes your pulse
and blood is blood
i am used to this
i am used to this
i've felt all of this before
i know the future like the veins in my arms
there's no letting go.
hold on hold on hold on
don't go.
i'm a wasteland manic girl who has an easy temper and dis-repair
a leaky heart and an asylum for nightmares.
no need to entertain the rational
this world is nothing but frantics.
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