Slam the door and turn out the lights

She’s never ever coming back

Pushed until the charade collapsed inwards

Our hearts are circus run by cripples

Swinging through hoops of fire

Hoping with eyes closed that we’ll survive

We can’t

Descending on lines too thin for our weight

These days, our ways, so numbered

The rendition of our belonging is cheap

Tattered memories of cloth stretched thin

Weary lines show faces unrelenting

We all think we’ve made it, we all think

We think well, we think we’ll endure

But I drive off these burning bridges

For no other reason than to forget me

Eager to test the waters of my fate

I fail, and she recesses

Into the very imagination I once perceived

To be preordained infinity

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