There's a bullet hole in my past
I can't keep a secret
but I need to
so I lie awake every night in a coma
made of superhuman proof
Running from light that can't find me
Crushing desire in my head
I'm holding you back,
I might as well fall
Secrets weigh more than a lifetime
so I want to give you the sun
and everything I think
But instead I stay here with
your playlist overflowing, gone tasteless
That's what echoes in my ears
as I stay awake every night in a coma
made of lies but
tangled up in more proof than I want to admit
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