On Broadway, in moonlight
You're a shadow on the empty road
You're concave, you disguise
But you're never gonna let me know
Lying in your arms, your arms
got comfortable
now im here i run i run like thunder
and i can hear the drums
No thanks to you, ive let go
wish you can hold your hands up
you keep your head low
wish you can hold your hands up
the backseat of your car which you borrowed from an adopted home
you shapeshift like smoke rings growing hot as you watch me go
wearing thin your mask your mask destructible
youre pretender a pretender
so tell me now have you lost your mind cuz i believed every one of your lies

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