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Planes Mistaken For Stars Planes Mistaken For Stars

i found this outside you. the road to your room is half as long as my list of regrets. i count my seconds inside you and struggle to find. instead i fall

somewhere between where we say and we do. we knew. bottle back. quick with burn. to burn this away

more than we'll care to remember drink from the whisky on my lips to kill the indifference we'll tear at every inch that we can get until we're begging for

our histories, they hold no apologies and how we suffer what we can't, what we won't let go you sad little man, you scared little girl you're passing

and we're all dying from what we cant touch and we've built shines of where we've laid we're only lying to say we'll lay there again so fuck your remember

(its supposed to be a fucking catharsis a release from the daily grind)

it crept to me like a cancer in my sleep it gnawed the meat right from these bones and so it seems somewhere, somehow, the wonder was stole and the truths

and we've slept where before we wouldn't stand, and we cant hide out hands because we've all smeared guilt across our faces, and we've lost beauty and

nothing to do But shoot my mouth off Gimme gimme gimme Give me some more Gimme gimme gimme Don't ask what for I gotta go out Get something for my