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synovial - 525 كلمات الأغنية

(looks like) this is the last deep breath of fresh air that i’ll get tonight

“i recollect two bows in the backseat, they couldn’t have gone too far. i don’t know where they are. the second that i looked away, they were gone… driving further and further from me. black sedan, chicago plates… i don’t know the make or the model. it ended in 525. i know they’re alive. it’s this anxiety that’s getting to be too much.”

i gave up my life for you. we made our scripts, planned our eventual exchange. already loved all the ways you’d keep us entertained but i wish we could erase you. my foundation crumbles under pressure and submits to gravity’s oppression, but it leaves an impression. if i let it…

under the streetlight…or ‘spotlight’… what’s the difference? she hasn’t seen me the same since the day we found out. still but a twinkle in my eye. you homewrecker. run rampant in the gardens that others have preserved and given birth to. i’d wager some wouldn’t notice if a few petals went missing

our father wouldn’t care if we stayed out a little later. our father wouldn’t want us talking to strangers. if he is who he says he is, i think we should be fine. our father wouldn’t want us to lie so we keep walking and talking. and then we step to his car. we don’t think that we will be too long… he said it wasn’t far

look. there might be a chance for us to salvage this mess. lord knows how good i’d be. i think back to that place… that lone sp_ce stands tall. four walls to bare all… the void. (such that) a parasite should feed off its host, though it leeches off the four corners of my brain the most. trust me. you won’t believe it. it’s better than you’d ever expect

stiff hands grip the wheel… i can’t imagine that she’ll go without a fight. but the other one might

he who plants the garden, also plucks the petals from their homes

the bows in the backseat bob and weave. who told you you could leave? who told? what did i say?

and they go for a ride. and decide it’s the right time to play chase with their lives. and the apples in their eyes. she hasn’t looked at me the same way since. and i bet that she won’t after this

and all of the street lights turn their amber markings, filling empty circles, placing breadcrumbs in their hands, of all the passersby, but not for you and i… ’cause we both know where they’re headed

homewrecker

- synovial

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