Did you hear our hit song called “my better days”? It’s just silence split to stereo. The static noise of fading frequencies, so dance to the radio. Dreadful sons and dismal daughters in bedrooms of forgotten towns. We’re so out of style wearing second hand smiles. We’re going down in single file. And this is our tragedy, so come sing it back to me. Scream every vulgar verse in cadence of wasted words. And I wrote them all for you, penned down in desperate blue. Our reckless rescue plan, that fails us in the end. Time changes and love changes and death everything. I’m not the same as I was before. The sun still shuns us, but I just don’t care, not anymore. We’re the kids with the dimmest eyes. We kill ourselves just to feel alive again. We’re the chorus to a broken backbeat of hope’s fleeting heart hiding in the backstreets. Love, come take me away. I can never go back again. Love, come take me away. I smiled when it started, I’ll laugh when it ends. Love come take me away from me.
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