I give all my gratitude to you for cutting both my hands loose
This bubble that we’re in can look so deceiving
Could all come down tonight if we stop believing
That something is real, or anything matters
Well nothing really matters at all
Together we see not a wall, cuz we’re too tall
You’ve got a crushing attitude and I can’t trust desire, male eyes
So give me all the attention
But we’re both young, and we’ve both been dreaming
You were the only dream I cared to believe in
Because nothing is real and nothing matters
I know it doesn’t matter at all
Together we see not a wall, cuz we’re too tall
The foreign feelings, familiar sadness, could lead you to a loveless demise
You let go of my hand through the madness
We brought something to life and we both let it die
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