in my backyard we watch a dull night burn bright
pink spider webs against the white moon and burning balloons
i watched them all and admired them as a different friend
some caught and clicked like the draw of a switchblade and there I laid
wondering which one would be me
wondering which one would be me
acted absentmindedly
white moon backdrops for the scene
each one burnt out almost willingly to a cold cup of tea
some put up fights burning holes in the ground just to stick around
wondering which one would be me
wondering which one would be me
acted absent mindedly
white moon backdrops for the scene
i wanna know which one i could be
i wanna know which one i could be
accept my state currently
and build from what's here naturally
multicoloured portions fly they're chemicals like you and i
from fireworks that burn and char the beauty joining summer stars
im tired of being blue and thick make me the brightest and well lit
is it my fault i get so down my chemisty or just this town?

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