Done up like a cigarette
laying burnt out in the streets
Only face what's in our head
We call it making memories
Living for colors
and dying for a taste
Prayers from our mothers
but we drift religion to waste
Yet in spite of our sins
we still look to the stars
we're already up there with them
polluted in our brains, but cosmic in our hearts
And we indulge this
with trembling gasps
from the aimless miss
to the climactic collapse
You say "I'm scared"
I am too
but we're courageous on a dare
and I revel with you
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