I'm happy
I've run out of excuses for the way that I am
I'm addicted to sleep but I'm breaking the habit
Terrified that this is enough
Even I can't hear her scream anymore
I can find the flaws in perfection
And the perfection of your flaws
I try to bask in the sun
But I always get burned
SPF 45 on my heart
Bacardi 151 in my veins
...round and round we go
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