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Risk in the breeze Riding our backs, As Cadillac cars Come trampling past.

The luxury nightlife, It comes with a cost: You drown in the bullshit To’be somethin you’re not.

You smile like you’re satisfied, Laugh like you’re cured Pose for the freak show, Whatever it’s worth.

Measure the moments, Cut out the waste We live by the numbers And die by the days

Drink up the poison, Brush off the stains The pains in your chest, They pound to keep you awake,

Through heartache and romance Love as a game A gamble for passion A slap in the face

1:07 In bed Hot air Pockets of cooler air sheepishly patting me with drunk fingers Hearing tides of cars blow east and west on main street 1:09 Through the screen Window open Shocked blood in busy, groggy veins She doesn’t have time And i’m getting away 1:10 Hit the ground Backbreaking Neck-breaking Loud questions and hard palpitations in panicked tones As the cars roll by in tides And rhythmic waves

Broken rhythm Broken out