Tangerine trainwreck gently crashes through my door
Okay I've damaged spreading out across the floor
He's seen the glory of the coming of the end
I see the story of my slightly perfect friend

Suspicions you rely on
The remnants you get by on
The worship you don't want from me
The parallel reality
The grief becoming virile
The prize-winning death spiral of what could be safety

Seams you held onto slipping through your fingers now
Things you belong to can no longer show you how
Inhaling barricades was all I ever knew
Exhaling solitude untangling with you

To paint a lasting token
Of beauty always broken
Pictures from a dreamed-up day
Peel off and fall away
Blaring empty spaces
New unfolding places
Bleeding through it, what could be
Could be, could be, could be

We tumble and cartwheel
Locking to collide
The wreckage will reveal
Capacity we hide

To paint a lasting token
Of beauty always broken
Pictures from a dreamed-up day
Peel off and fall away
The latent under-pannings
Assembling beginnings
Bleeding through with what could be
Could be, could be, could be


Lyrics submitted by kikujiro

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