I've filled your head up with smoke
I'm not what you think
deploy the decoys
carved out of marble but warm to the touch,
I'm sorry I can't be your monument
swingsets made out of holograms
she's got my heart and she doesn't care
I'm diving underwater and swimming as fastasIcanstraighttothebottom/
never coming up again because you wouldn't let me breathe anyway
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