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So let's not even try, you're right.
Let's ball it up and throw it out the window.
It's becoming all so clear in my mind,
I've thought this thing through more like once or twice.
I feel that this is my last request to you.
Hold your breath, bottle it up and save it for the next one.
It's safe to say we've been riding this all night.
None of this will ever change your mind.
It's never safe to rely on borrowed time.
Now we're both undone and it's time to open up your eyes.
Consequence is our need in times like this,
Feeling free is our modern disease.
You're a classic disaster, with a knack for losing your exterior.
I'm so sick from staring at the mirror.
This all needs a break from you,
And I am used to this.
I fear that I'm just an end, so you play the mistaken,
And I play the victim in our screenplay of desire,
And I'm still writing the letters I'll never send.
Running in circles, I can't forget how many times
I've played this in my mind.
Feeling free, feeling free
Consequence is our need in times like this,
Feeling free is our modern disease.
You're a classic disaster, with a knack for losing your exterior.
I'm so sick from staring at the mirror.
This is my panic.
This is my call to arms.