breathe.
breathe.
breathe.
have you inhaled me in yet?
toxic fumes/ or so they say,
who am i to talk?
baby, i'd rather be hard to love
than easy to leave.
the world's moving in slow motion.
freeze frame. eyes meet.
we've sped up now.
but i got news for you, i came broken.
rain fall/
i guess you i let go.
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