We’re back here at square one.
Fighting this current over and over again.
Nobody knows, nobody listens.
My dreams are gold – until the curtain’s pulled.
My life’s complacent, tired, fragile, and seamlessly stuck to moments passed.
The future’s lost in broken homes, failures that I’ve never known.
Find me a place to sleep.
I heard the music got me here, the poison.
Why can’t I quit?
Beauty holds no match to your indifference. The artist lost again. (lost again)
Passion aboard the ghost ship. Passion made this van flip.
Forever young, forever fucked.
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