Breezeblocks, they bricked up
Where our love stops
Teardrops, they raised up
This summers crop
Just enough to stop the rot
Not enough to harvest trust
The razor blades of vertigo
Stick to the magnets of whiplash
The chips that are left we should cash or bust
What's left of the meaning of me can't keep
Falling in and falling out of love
There's a silver bullet
In a metaphorical gun
If I shot you to freedom
I'm left here on my one
I can't stop falling in and falling out of love.
Flowers, I give up
What did you want?
Power, it turns off
This winters lust
Just enough to pay the cost
Not enough to fuel our fucks
The broken glass of resentment
Cut through the silence of violence
The time we have left should we stay or run
What's left of the potential of you can't keep
Falling in and falling out of love
There's a silver bullet
In a metaphorical gun
If you shot me to freedom
Wouldn't live with what I've done
You can't stop falling in and falling out of love.
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Author:
Edthepoet (
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- Published: June 9th, 2019 05:51
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