talk of the night falls apart
tastes like gas
we bow like minions
for plastic kings
look at us, raising our glass
normal's insane
tracing stars out the window
a night game
and some moments
are a burn
and we
take another left turn
our parachutes become
luminaries
worn and see through
will not carry us home
defense is broken
forget what we want to be
that and now will
never intersect
wearing red for the party
will cover your beautiful
bitter injustice and
will never let them see
your next step
secret battles in courtyards
ice on kisses in backyards
and the lavender color
of the sky will be a color
you will never see again
it's all just a game
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