| I Want To Be Buried In Your Backyard |
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The streets are all violent
With murderous excitement
The hunter and the prey are dancing everyday
That waltzing jibberish
Where intake becomes outlandish
I'm in a bad way every passing day
"So where do we go from here," I'll say
You're a shining star; you'd do great in LA
And I keep fixing every habit that I break
O Meghan, is this thing of ours still on?
For I haven't slept a wink since you've been gone
Now I want to be buried in your backyard
And when the flowers grow
Just know you're still in my heart
A flash of dark interest
Steers us into a car crash
Uniting our remains; a fiery hurray
Our hands touch unnoticed
Pressed up against melting glass
And you're calling out my name as the air escapes
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