Or altogether just taken apart We're reeling through an endless fall We are the ever-living ghost of what once was But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do.
Even in my moments of strength I find that those few and select songs can still cut my construction-paper heart like a pair of safety scissors. I never liked construction paper. I don't trust many things with a fuzzy texture.
..like men with mustaches. They have danger written all over them.
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