so fast that it all blurred
the days and nights with no end
lines and lights outstretching
i'm always stuck watching where you've been
one point to last
we'll make due with what we have
we moved too fast
we'll get lost without a map
taking turns taking turns
to forget where we're from
every direction is something new
when you'd rather die young
tired of the same old bruises
of being content with content
and if it won't come to us
then we'll have to go to it
we have our youth and everything we need
never stop moving or get used to routine
we don't need anything else
if we get lost, make maps ourselves
the most important things i owned i sold to you
i dug my hangs in pockets until there was nothing left
with all that you have
what's keeping you here
our lives entwine, but i won't contribute to your fear
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