The only
picture of you that
I'll ever look at's
the one in your orange
sweaters are nice for
when it gets cold and
the blankets won't hold you
tightly like I can
'till you get hit by a bus,
replaced with a robot
mechanical slow dance
And I'll try
to give you my love, but
it won't be the same
when your heart is a tin can
Blackbelt wrapped around your head
We spit goodbyes and then
You kiss me 'till I wake up
to some glitter covered cuts
and an answering machine
bleedin' into my dreams,
left the Playstation on
So I'll pick up where I left off
The only
picture of you that
I'll ever look at's
the one in your orange
sweaters are nice for
when it gets cold and
the blankets won't hold you
tightly like I can
Runnin' my mouth
down the coast
A letter tastes better
but that's too slow
A thousand days wetter
from your march home
I love the weather,
you love the reset codes
you wore into your
leather overcoat
The only
picture of you that
I'll ever look at's
the one in your orange
sweaters are nice for
when it gets cold and
the blankets won't hold you
tightly like I can
The only
picture of you that
I'll ever look at's
the one in your orange
sweaters are nice for
when it gets cold and
the blankets won't hold you
tightly like I can
'till you get hit by a bus,
replaced with a robot
mechanical slow dance
And I'll try
to give you my love, but
it won't be the same
when your heart is a tin can
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