Come to the end of the world with me
fast and quietly out the bedroom window, we'll sneak
Sunday afternoon into Sunday night
we'll skip our dinner, we'll skip the delight
the happiness that I once got from you
the day I found out you liked me too
is the day I finally realized we should run away

Forbidden until the end
we'll seek another time
run out on our futures
run out on our life

And the fall hurts just as much as I'm loving you
as the moon swings loosely, like an unbolted object
I'm deciding love for the better
I'm seeing if I can make it through the day
let me see if I can be better than the rest
isn't it strange when I don't feel up to my best?

Spitting out the imagination, just as it seems,
you're trying to give me away
swing and fall and I fall to the ground
it's almost like you're full of candy
calmly giving me the opportunity to give myself away
 
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