May 28, 2009
glitter a bit brighter
when you're next to me
and this can't be different
can't be new
can't be
can't be
can you hear my breathing, uneven?
like a piano caught in a windstorm
not heaven, not anything good
we don't deserve good
but we can be ghosts
shining in the moonlight

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