tie your worries to a bunch of balloons
and see how they stay grounded
im floating on heavy nostalgia clouds
at a minute to midnight
shooting star (or a crashing satellite)
close your eyes and make another death wish
“i wanna live on the dark side of your doormat”
a tiny Cleopatra on imperial litter
my clothes spend more time on the floor than on my body
belt buckles hitting wood floors
(keep) ringing on my fingers (and none in my ears)
and its flinging my head like a ball in another Wimbledon final
i put the skeletons of the past next to the monsters under my bed
Because the wardobe’s ready to burst
and i throw bullets off piers
so i can’t put them in sympathy guns
this is just another love story gone wrong
another romantic comedy turned horrific nightmare
i wouldnt wish me(this) on my worst enemy
looks like Little Miss Reliable finally grew up
to be something more than words on a page
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