A character sheet for Cyril!
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A character sheet for Cyril!

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Hayley Williams- KYRH
keep you right here
where the line is
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Keep you right here where the line is. At my fingers, on the surface. Keep you right here where the line is. Keep you right here. Keep you right here, keep you right here, where the line is. At my fingers, on the surface. Keep you right here where the line is. Keep you right here, ooh, ooh. Oh.
KYRH by Hayley Williams
where the line is
I’ll keep you right here Where the line is — Hayley Williams
Those words and the melody behind them sink into my gut Keeping certain people right at that line That line between indifference and attached Between content and longing Between safe and vulnerable So many people that I can’t have I’ll keep them right on that line Right where I can call them into view whenever I want But I can put them back when reality sinks back in
Her perfect smile, those rosebud lips Keep it on the line between “she’s too self-absorbed” and “she’s perfect the way she is” His intoxicating voice, those brooding eyes Keep it on the line between “it’s just a silly crush” and “he could take me whenever he wants” Her incomparable kindness, that silver hair Keep it on the line between “keeping her baggage separate” and “falling for her headfirst” His unapologetic stare, that magnetic pull Keep it on the line between “he’s off that pedestal now” and “still wanting to feel what its like” Keeping things on the line where I never really allow myself to feel That place where your hopes don’t get up Just so they can be smashed to the ground I’ll keep my secret infatuations in colored glass bottles Each matching the color I feel when I think of them Red for the tattooed little almost-love Green for the serenading foreigner Blue for the goddess with the heart of gold Yellow for the boy I’m not allowed to have That longing, that wanting — its a familiar sensation Its a state I’ve always been familiar with There are other bottles on that shelf Ones that I take down from time to time The first boy I ever loved, the first girl too The one that was a whirlwind The one thats been there since I was a kid Those ones aren’t dangerous anymore Dusty bottles with calm contents
Funny... I never put you in a bottle I let myself be open to the danger of you Maybe because I knew deep down you weren’t the hurting kind? That I could love you, that I could cross the line And you’d cross it with me No fear No ramifications No broken hearts Only love, only acceptance, only us
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