i was born to bathe under the glow of a strobe light

i was raised this way
to make people watch me cry
see how my eyes sparkle in the dark
watch my teeth clench and my eyelids pried wide
staring at your face in the dark
it's not the light that hurts my eyes
it's this awful air between us

I was born to speed down a long, long highway
stick my head out of the side of the convertible
feel my hair sail in the wind
watch as the layers of the city cascade in and out of eachother in parallax

I want to be encased in resin
while we're both lying in here
I want to feel that feeling of suffocation forever

there's a hot, hot sun up way in the sky
that'll eventually set everything out to dry
there's a horizon that stretches far, far forever
and we'll meet there again someday together

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