I set a fire last night for you, but you didn't even notice. Caution's never been the thing for me. I'd rather take time up in a little pill bottle or dream a dream softly about you or burn my heart up slowly over you. I said a prayer last night for you, but nothing really happened. Reparation's thrown into the wind. The rosary's scattered on the floor all in pieces. Pieces of my heart are there too and on the page of my notebook is you. I paid a price to be here and the gates of some hell materialized. I've revised, compromised, and ideal eyes show nothing of a past I've chosen to forget and I've fallen for a dream just like you before I set these eyes on you. So now I'll throw goodbyes at you and move on to something not better but not the same old thing I'm used to.
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