I crossed myself in this burning home
and I prayed to God that these blackened doves still signal peace
I closed my eyes through this wandering dream
and kissed the cheek of a being drenched in glory and defeat

I won't go away
I'm stuck inside your head
Just stuck inside your head

There's something so simple about your voice
that's weighing down my heavy head
I cross out the words I let misdirect my patience
I ripped apart everything, and buried my clarity
I am yours until you spit me out
But you won't, no you won't

I can't tell the difference between what you need and me
Aren't I what you need?

I've got these fickle hands
they reach for you

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