how our hearts began
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she’s a jar
with a heavy lid
time is never time at all
you can never ever leave
closer to an earthquake
try to stay in motion
the place where you were born
the more you change the less you feel
Justine never knew the rules
hung down with the freaks and ghouls
I fell in love with the sound of my heels on the wooden floor
I don’t want our footsteps to be silent anymore
I will shake myself into your pocket
’cause all we want is a moon upon a stick
that’s life, tho
in a very brutal way
I’m an outlaw under Orion’s belt
as my eardrum drums on through the night now
Broken Home of Convention 