here’s my heart
don’t break it
fake it till you make it
goin hard like shooting stars
on this boulevard
fast cars
trains
on
the
track
marks
on my arms
i am armed
so i’ll keep
you from
harm
i know how to tell time
and i know how/when
to tell lies
runnin around
the track
marks
on
my
arms
you’re the mark
i’m shootin’
hoops not
heroin
at the park
in the dark
night
like: ‘why so serious?’
tonight is the night
i’m so pissed
i’m urine-
you’re in
so let’s begin
again
i’m writing myself
a love note
pretending to sleep
and dreaming of you
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