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i feel the burns under my skin
resurfacing again - as blisters -
this happens every time i miss her
but kissing the splitting imagery
does nothing but dig into me
and we all know the dangers that lead to
deflected symmetry,

(so) forgive me,

i can't make peace with my broken heart
my sympathy's on life support
and my smile could use a jumpstart
after all this battery
the flattery just came naturally
now i'm stuck on my back with
my memory just laughing at me;

it's no longer a question of what happened,
i guess it had to be
the love of my life
evolving into this fuckin insanity
so i just pick my scabs and pretend to have
a reason to continue
supporting the pulse within this venue