We wary of blood cells drawn in black and white
I'll save you from yourself by way of empty sky
You trace lines with such great expertise
Chronic pain from the kissing disease
Take it slow, ease yourself from denial
You, right there, with your disposable smile

You and I so perfectly intertwined
On a ride to search for the perfect sign
Take my palm, I am so frightened and blind
You, right there, with your disposable smile

You, right there, you're just a face in the crowd
Standing there like something's perfectly high up
You breathe air and give us nothing in return
You, right there, with your disposable burns

Take me home and leave me hangin' at the door
You, that way, have always been hard to ignore
You've always been hard to ignore

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