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"Bloodlines"
I'm drowning in my troubles, but you're swimming in it
 And all I want to do is follow you upstream
 Whirlpools swarming at your feet, but you're spitting in it
 With your hair shining from the gleam
 Coming from the sun, radiating from heaven to pavement
 Fueled by every one of my disappointments
 Melting my unsure breath like sweat dripping from my countenance
 But you catch every one and strain out all my petty sentiments
 
 Your adrenaline peaks even in the inside of me in my bloodstream
 Like sharks floating through with their endorphins protruding the surface
 My heart snowballs down the lining into the avalanche of my stomach
 Where you cocoon it until it becomes butterflies flying out through my gnashed teeth
 And you capture it in homemade silk nets as if you're taking the words right out of my mouth
 
 And you've been there, dear friend
 Way back when I was in kindergarten, or any time I still had innocence 
 Back when the world was still dry and I had nothing yet to prove
 Back before I had my feeling of acceptance teetering on my neighbor's fence
 With a touch from your fingers on my sandpaper skin
 You turned it into the leather of the finest Bible cover
 Waving goodbye all the scars from their homes
 Who's living it was to make tally marks for the list of all my ex-lovers
 
 I'd rather take my chances back there in that sea than here in my concrete dream
 Where my strained squint can't see anything past the skyline
 And yet you're still riding a bike with the training wheels, but only for the innocence of it
 Coming over to my parents house to cheer me off my stoop
 And down the road faster, and faster, and faster until I'm long gone

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