From the "Paper Boy" EP
Fabric stretching through my veins,
Stretching through the infinite drawings in my head.
I am holding on today,
Holding to your yesterdays,
As they run astray.
You sang to the stars and the moon,
Hoping they would sing your tune.
My heart was the victim of your head on collision,
With your breathless sweeping of my feet.
The calming of the streets,
After two long solemn weeks,
Is the only resolution that I find,
In a world as colorblind,
As the boy who subsides,
To the shrouding lullaby,
Deafens such a beautiful disguise.
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