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    At Breakneck Speed

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    Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man

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    Prop me up
    and keep just one hand talking
    while the other slips underneath.
    Steals inches from me.
    All the lights
    seem to dim on command,
    lifting oxygen from eyelids.
    Calm yourself
    Deep breaths
    Quarter rest
    Fill the lungs up in your chest.
    Careful not to strain.
    The sound waves you'll save
    just might be that
    of your own voice breaking.
    Sounding out the words
    slipping over teeth and out through tongue.
    Slip down
    White knuckle the chair
    Bring your eyes back to earth
    or whichever one comes first.
    Don't leave yourself
    hanging back.
    Right now
    feels as if it never happened.
    Why is my face all red?
    Why are my clothes all wet?
    All the attractions
    All the rejection...and I still feel dumb.
    Blink me in
    or blink me out.
    You got such a great disguise
    You hide yourself
    on the inside
    clinging to the side of my mind,
    where they'll never look to find you;
    never look to see
    just what's inside of me.
    (Running out towards the giant lime light streat light,
    bending your knees, just to see...
    seaching, searching.
    Can you hear me when I say these things?
    Cuz you act like thats what to ignore.
    Or stay hidden underneath or out of reach.
    Like your bright blue eyes talking in and out.
    or like Katherine grazing your lips
    Katherine grazing your lips...
    just shut up and kiss me)
    Slip down
    White knuckle the chair
    Bring your eyes back to earth
    or whichever one comes first.
    Don't leave yourself
    hanging back.
    Right now
    feels as if it never happened.
    Why is my face all red?
    Why are my clothes all wet?
    All the attractions
    All the rejection...and I still feel dumb.
    Running out east of here,
    quoting non but fools.
    Quoting out every breath
    seeping in from somwhere.
    East of here...
    East of everywhere.
    The silence is unbareable.
    We hold our breath and sink our ships.
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