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Daylight savings is the aftermath of an insomnia-stricken soul 
And when the rain falls, I wonder, does he still see the stars glow?
I am an artist, specializing in destruction of the nerves by fire 
Maybe that's why I am so afraid of drowning 
And then he says, until our first kiss
He didn't realize what that kind of love was 
I say we just fit together correctly 
He knows that's my way of saying I love him too

All of my friends are zombies, and they just pretend to be me 
Walking like they are empty 
But the truth is, being hollow is not pretty 
And I read a quote today that said "Suicide is not poetic." 
And I'd have to say that I agree 
But neither is imitation or being poor 
Unwashed hair and holes in you clothing does not make you look like a Master of Creation 
It makes you look like a fool for declining all of that which others seek to have 

Humans are not transparent 
We just pretend we are
Because being a ghost is so much easier than dealing with the sad, sad story that we call life 

Addiction does not make you look fearless
I was sent to my knees every time I had a bottle in my hands 
And he says he wishes he could be as poetic as me at times 
And I told him "Some days, I think it will be the death of me."

So, darling, please, come here and let me hold you
For my time is short 
I know my life will be over in fifty years at least 
But for once I pray to something that I live long enough to see you smile a million times
I promise I will count

I know, we see that often, love is shameful 
But this is what sets us apart
My only shame is to say that I have wronged you 
Now, today I deliver my apologies
And I offer you my heart

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