so we hum our stolen songs and the sirens sing along from out at sea and we close our eyes, then turn to watch them leave and you are not to blame for what happens to me so you know where I am from and you know just what I've done and what I've seen and what I will become if I'm cut free but you are not to blame for what happens to me
(we're gone)
and the feathers on your breath dance along the wind and cut my chest I'd follow you down any rabbit hole and the bruise beneath your eyes has been growing like the tide and no mater how this ends they'll never be your crutch the way I am I'd follow you down any rabbit hole come find me when I sleep and tie anchors around my feet
(we're gone)
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