Half empty cup
And a love for things that die
Light shades of brown
In the hills where grass is dry
And there I bleed out all the blood I thought was blue
I throw it all away
Just to throw it all away
And I'll come back again when I've learned to crawl
I'll drink from any cup
Until my mouth is sore and dry
I could take any drug
For a short and hopeful high
We move away but we love the same
I lie awake until I'm insane

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