My hands stick to your face
Sticky with lies
And my lips slide against your cheek
Can’t stay on your side
And the stars are shining bright
In your eyes
While we fall to the ground
At 100 miles an hour
The bittersweet smell of lust appears
And every minute tastes sour
I see it in your eyes
As your hand finds my heart
And you start to rip
And claw at what’s left
The stars are shining
And I’m waving goodbye
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