burn my retinas and call me red
im not going to be tied to your bed
call me a fuck but i dont care
i've taken all that i can bear
smashed glass and written words
i know its all for the birds
i cant get this out of my head
apparently some things are better of not said
i cant think of what to do
with the thought of you
it rips me apart
it seems that all that matters is being smart
yellow eyes and green shoes
i found all of your little clues
i hate admitting indecision
so i've almost forgone conclusion
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