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If you spoke in segments
I'd cut you up to let you regrow
For you’ve been a burden
I'd cut off my own arms to let you go

Chorus:
Like the first day of rehab makes one feel clean
Years away you still infest my dreams
Like the methadone drip brings it all back
I still recall our crash

It's fitting you’re shaped like an hourglass
Every moment with you is just a countdown
Many a good man have died in your arms, and I among the finest
Accumulating souls to compensate for your spinelessness

Chorus

You are the kind of hallucinogen that keeps a desperate man wandering by the railroad
As 60 miles per hour of eternal bliss dance with me on the tracks
The horn is no match for my last second scream
It's just a shame that the drugs always wear off before the climax

You are the hometown star you've always wanted to be
Eclipsed by night and sewn onto me

...just like an hourglass
...every moment with you is just a countdown

I'll be a structure when you’re toppling over
The white flag for your surrender

Chorus

When the morning comes, who am I kidding?
I still awake feverish and shaking

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