so please excuse
the author of the story
he's just spinning tales of glory
on someone else's time
and im chomping at the bit
to see you decked out like a diamond
you're my pearl im your horizon
sniff me up and catch my drift
and i
am perfectly numb
i can't be your shooting star
when im lit up like the sun
and i
apologize for myself
in advance to only me
and never to anyone else
but don't think about the bones under the bed
even though we both know what i did
i'd much prefer
to make my skeletons dance
and don't worry about evidence
i've got innocence
built up in my veins
enough to last for days
but i
am perfectly numb
i'll fade like a shooting star
but i'm lit up like the sun
for now
im just living in the moment
breathing for my last performance
one more round to go
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