On fire at seventeen
I swallow hard and try to speak
Of comfort and daydreams
Is a claustrophobic fog
I'm never leaving
Cause there's a host of curated ghosts
And shadows
That keep me company
There's a glow
That swallows me whole
So pillow talk
Is all so obsolete
How the names in my lungs
I could never cough up
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We all could erupt
As the pressure builds up
Again
How the names in my lungs
I could never cough up
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We all could erupt
As the pressure builds up
Again