The rattle in my chest reminds me
Of my mistakes
Cigarettes to my burnt lips
Take my breath away
No one remembers much these days
Ruptured memories
It's all a haze
All the things we lose along the way
Our glitched moral arithmetic
Is too cryptic too grasp
We got so lit we caught aflame
And now we're dusted
Dusted ash
No one remembers much these days
Ruptured memories
It's all a haze
All the things we lose along the way

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