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You say you think you’re fake, if I touch you
You won’t feel it through your dead skin
Well darling, there’s lightening between us
And it’s not a matter of getting in
You’re holding out for someone
Keeping me out of the gift you could make of sin
You want me to brush the world from your hair
Be done with what we can’t wish into fake
You want me to take you on star rides
And condemn hope to burn at the stake
Hey though, we aren’t dead and I can’t drive
And I’d be a victim, for the hope you knew I’d make
You believe in the fire, so why can’t you believe there’s something to put it out?
Do you want to burn with me, just because fire can dance?
Or because you're alone?
(If you're fake after all, maybe the fire won't be able to touch you)
-- but I'd rather die
You won’t feel it through your dead skin
Well darling, there’s lightening between us
And it’s not a matter of getting in
You’re holding out for someone
Keeping me out of the gift you could make of sin
You want me to brush the world from your hair
Be done with what we can’t wish into fake
You want me to take you on star rides
And condemn hope to burn at the stake
Hey though, we aren’t dead and I can’t drive
And I’d be a victim, for the hope you knew I’d make
You believe in the fire, so why can’t you believe there’s something to put it out?
Do you want to burn with me, just because fire can dance?
Or because you're alone?
(If you're fake after all, maybe the fire won't be able to touch you)
-- but I'd rather die
You can think whatever you want. It's not about thinking. It's about feeling. I didn't write it for you. I wrote it because writing is exhaling. Even if you're going to have to inhale smoke again.
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hmm very dark im trying to figure out the meaning behind this.