He is my neon messenger
He is the sign
He is the artist
My slumber is stained with little thoughts of misconstruction
Travel voices, travel
Swim through the static network manufactured by strangers
In this static network sculpted of strangers
You will find me
Drown me voices, drown me
Cut their lifeline
Make them flatline
And leave them silent
It burns, blinds, and incinerates
My mistakes ignite you
And my mistakes ignite me
Your mind is stained with little thoughts of misconstruction
It's so cold in this place
It's so empty in this house
Let the spark flicker
Let the spark spread
I go right
You fall behind
She listened to your silence that whispered weakness
She listened to your silence that whispered love
Maps love you, my neon messenger
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jess told me you wrote something else a while ago on the phone. insomnia seems to love me these days and i seem to have fallen for your mind.
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agreed, as i said last night: it makes me at a loss of words...because its just that amazing :)
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