...Water in my lungs. Then the surface, lifting.
I felt you in my bones as the earth was shifting.
I was gasping. Death hadn't seemed too far.
But I'd do it again for the CPR.
Got me hooked, Got be pegged, but you've got me.
Forget everything my psychologist taught me.
We may never get into society's good graces
But just take my hand, and we'll fight for our places.
A mask of mischief covers our faces.
Thorn-ridden roses and razor-lined laces.
Paint in the lines that our heartbeat traces.
The looks are enough and we must not touch
Or even contemplate crimes as such
Your moonbeam eyes just may be too much.
We're the same star. We shine down on their crap.
We're liberating and shunned, like ass-less chaps.
Pretend they don't exist. Laugh at all their taunts.
We're like the government. We pretty much do what we want.
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