I've been sitting here for a while, just looking at the white walls. It's not the best metaphor.
Rearranged the room to a movie screen for my thoughts. It's not about not giving it the power to kill you.
I see your face on the big screen... it looks happy. There's someone else who's going to lit your cigarette.
My heart is broken. We are going to get killed anyway.
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