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This is what the edge of your seat was made for
Holding on
Nothing to lose.
And this is what the back of your hand was made for
Stolen apologies.
You're a traitor to my heart.
You're a traitor to us all.
Forsaken.
This over indulgence of consciousness has torn a day apart
And lingered in the splendeaour of the feeling in my stomach.
Trailing down the shadow of cupped hands
Covering my face away from the need to talk to my miscalculation.
Were all movie stars!
And I'm speaking these words.
You're a traitor to my heart.
You're a traitor to us fucking all.
And I don't want to kiss anyone but you.