Texty: Passion Pit. Manners. Moth's Wings.

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Dear friend, as you know
Your flowers are all withering
Your mother's gone missing
Your leaves have drifted away

But the clouds are clearing up
And I've come reveling
Burning incandescently
Like a bastard on the burning sea

But you're just like your father
Buried deep under the water
You're resting on your laurels
And stepping on my toes

Whose side are you on?
What side is this anyways?
Put down your sword and crown
Come lay with me on the ground

You come beating like moth's wings
Spastic and violently
Whipping me into a storm
Shaking me down to the core

But you've run away from me
And you've left me shimmering
Like diamond wedding rings
Spinning dizzily down on the ground

But you're just like your father
Buried deep under the water
You're resting on your laurels
And stepping on my toes

Whose side are you on?
What side is this anyways?
Put down your sword and crown
Come lay with me on the ground