Tripping Eyes, Flooded Lungs
And it starts sometime around midnight.
Or at least, that's when you lose yourself or two.
And so there's a change in your emotions
And all of these memories come rushing
Like feral waves to your mind
Then he leaves...
With someone you don't know
But he makes sure you saw him
He looks right at you and bolts
As he walks out the door
Your blood boiling
Your stomach in ropes and when your friends say,
What is it? You look like you've seen a ghost
You just have to see him
and you know he'll break you in two.
-TATE
Or at least, that's when you lose yourself or two.
And so there's a change in your emotions
And all of these memories come rushing
Like feral waves to your mind
Then he leaves...
With someone you don't know
But he makes sure you saw him
He looks right at you and bolts
As he walks out the door
Your blood boiling
Your stomach in ropes and when your friends say,
What is it? You look like you've seen a ghost
You just have to see him
and you know he'll break you in two.
-TATE
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