How is your Friday
when it's burning backwards...

I do not like to sleep
I do not want to dream...

I open the glass just enough to peek
Just enough to find out...

Maybe I like the way your lips trembles
When you sob obsentities...

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Maybe I like the way your lips trembles...

Your smile makes the angels pray
your secrets make them cry...

I rock back and forth as the hole
in my chest starts to ache again...