i stood behind bulletproof glass
and you were target practice for my speech
and I positioned you on the other side
where you watched my sentences puddle at your feet
i don’t really know anything about being like you
and I never thought that recycling and forgiveness went hand in hand
the same way everything you ever said was tongue in cheek
the same way you felt before we played tongues and cheeks
it's not like me to dig in the dirt
scrubbing bones just so i feel a little less
or maybe it's so i can feel a bit more
if there's something to rely on, it's already gone, i'm sure.
you cant expect a firecracker to go off without notice
just like you cant expect a bomb to solve everything that makes you scared
the thing that keeps you up at night should never be replaced
you were all that kept me up at night so look me in the face
i want you to write it on my lips that it wasn't for the chase
im begging you to try and tell me the feelings were never the same
if i walked backwards for eight hundred blocks
we could meet again and have better intentions
and i wouldn't have spent
two whole years
counting the cents/sense i've lossed
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