why'd we think the city would get better this time
it's so much warmer in my mind
its too cold to go outside
so we'll hide under my bed and cry
we'll keep warm
to color out your gray skin orange
sun please come close
my body needs its home
everyone is out of love
our love is never growing old
we'll keep warm
buried in love notes
we'll keep warm
everywhere we go
but we're always growing old
maybe when the lights turn low
a kiss will make us glow
and we're sleeping alone tonight in the same bedroom
fuck, my friends they're the lot of me
and they're the lot of me
it feels like
im finally falling apart this time.

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