so we hum our stolen songs
and the sirens sing along from out at sea
and we close our eyes, then turn to watch them leave
and you are not to blame for what happens to me
so you know where I am from
and you know just what I've done and what I've seen
and what I will become if I'm cut free
but you are not to blame for what happens to me
(we're gone)
and the feathers on your breath
dance along the wind and cut my chest
I'd follow you down any rabbit hole
and the bruise beneath your eyes has been growing like the tide
and no mater how this ends
they'll never be your crutch the way I am
I'd follow you down any rabbit hole
come find me when I sleep and tie anchors around my feet
(we're gone)

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