Blue (everyone is scared of something)

There is a pairing of sorts in the clash and patter of the way your body maps its own way through the dark
And there are these fires that we push for
Breathless prayers in blue hushed bedrooms

(heat turned everything into softness, biscuit crumble)

And this is endless, all forever
This is swallowed up in soil
Aand then we are falling apart and drinking silently again

We are all a little scared of something

We are winning in stages

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