I want to lift your heavy heart with the force of a thousand paper cranes
But I'm preoccupied with all the "fuck you" flowing through my veins
Tried to get back to you, but you've blocked off all lanes
Now my dreams are littered with me throwing you on tracks meant for trains
And blowing up blasted buildings in bomb encrusted planes
And throwing myself down waterfalls in Houdini style chains
But instead of coming back up, we just find my remains
With thoughts of you scattered across the rocks next to my brains
And even with the impact, your image still retains
Inside the corpse your contort connection contains
While what kept me pumping for you spills out and drains
As my eyes roll back to my neck constricted by your reins
I see the victory in your hands that screams and restrains
While you comatose to a toast of bitter champagnes
The only hope of leaving this place is to be conquered by your campaigns
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