Lyrics
we drive towards the orange sky, sunset reflecting our innocent eyes. the music blares, but i'm not hearing anything, just heart beats. i study the curves of her face, her light smile. it's our dull lives that will assure us we are indeed regular. the beautiful scenery that i'm not seeing, just brown eyes. and to fall asleep and see a world with crystal clear clarity, and to turn our backs on a blistering reality, to bleed with hearts that will never fall in sync to see with eyes that will never meet 'cause in dreams we're all so fucking beautiful. we're all just fat little angels. with perfect teeth, and pretty smiles, and big blues eyes. destined to relive times so conceptualized (movements and patterns). her black hair frames her face. her eyes are no longer innocent (her eyes bleed in a sense). i can see her imagining my neck at that unnatural angle, broken, bent. just red hands.
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