Is it the end
When I woke up this morning I was a little under the weather yea the sun he was on top of me burning holes into my sweater and it seems a bit unfair you got the nerve to shine like that
It's the end of the world, he's putting scratches down my back and I used to think that I always think to much but you were always a fever dream I'm to scared to touch
I'll just be here waiting for that facade of yours to crack
I can help pick up the pieces yea we'll hold each other together
I'll be the wind in your sails who always knew you better
We'll float off into that horizon boy where your light colors my clouds
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