We’ll repeat ‘i love you’ until the mirror breaks Flatsound
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Bubble boy, an insignificant cell on a stranger's body
A nobody, with no purpose, but I'll still find a way to draw parallels to who looks better with their shirt off
Now it feels like the world is spinning too quickly and sometimes I just can’t fucking believe that I'm here right now
Please, I’m begging you to compare me to someone else
Spit in my mouth, then on my chest, let me taste you, so when you’re gone I’ll know exactly what I’m missing
It’s 1 AM and I want to be a part of you in ways you’ll only bring up when you talk shit on me years later
Until then, I’ll kiss your stretch marks, and you’ll run your fingers across old scars, and together we’ll repeat 'I love you' until the mirror breaks
The root of my problems doesn’t have a root at all
It isn’t a string or trail of breadcrumbs I can follow back to a single moment
It isn’t a suppressed thought
It’s the voice that convinces me my thoughts were worth suppressing in the first place
A nobody, with no purpose, but I'll still find a way to draw parallels to who looks better with their shirt off
Now it feels like the world is spinning too quickly and sometimes I just can’t fucking believe that I'm here right now
Please, I’m begging you to compare me to someone else
Spit in my mouth, then on my chest, let me taste you, so when you’re gone I’ll know exactly what I’m missing
It’s 1 AM and I want to be a part of you in ways you’ll only bring up when you talk shit on me years later
Until then, I’ll kiss your stretch marks, and you’ll run your fingers across old scars, and together we’ll repeat 'I love you' until the mirror breaks
The root of my problems doesn’t have a root at all
It isn’t a string or trail of breadcrumbs I can follow back to a single moment
It isn’t a suppressed thought
It’s the voice that convinces me my thoughts were worth suppressing in the first place
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