anything you can do, i can do
anything you can do, i can do
bleeding and still sit still
with a hideous sickness crawling
under my skin when our skins are touching
and my heart is racing
new doorway is a frame
throw down outside work
"how did we get here? and how do we leave?"
my headphones press my glasses against my face
i'm never alone on public transport anymore
and as for that
i mean the other thing
you knew just as well as i did
"electric you,"
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