| Neon Avalanche |
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i can't write, i can't sleep
i can't think of a way to say what i feel
i can't move, i can't blink
i can't think of a thought for the thought of me stealing it
i can't ever breathe original air
moves like a neon avalanche
on a pastel mountain and i come so slowly
when i come please have me
paper pilot on a head on collision, routine position
mark out the plot
map written in fiction
don't know how to function
i can't even breathe non-fictional air
please take my hand and hold it just like a lion would
and i'll pull out your tongue
and burn it just like the weather could
please take my hand and hold it just like a lion would
and i will pull out your tongue
and burn it just like the weather could
moves like a neon avalanche
on a pastel mountain and i come so slowly
when i come
when i come please have me
please have me
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