the softest lips
always seem to be
across the room
on somebody else's cheek
as mine grow hot
with wonder
burrowing under
my strange heart
my strange heart
beating quicker
as the words grow thicker
and get stuck in my throat
i find my self racing
with the pace of that organ
just shouting and racing
to the same place again
such a strange life
such a strange life
i feel it wasting
as i go pacing
down a dark hall
what a sweet hell
we create for ourselves
never know what you will
do, one minute to the next
such a strange world
such a strange world
we create for ourselves
always wanting that one thing
on the other side
of a sad goodbye
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