Dying Is a Beautiful Thing to Do

It was the summer I learned to love

Politics and Elliot Smith cause you did

Swinging in the backyard

Wind in my hair and words

You’re playing it cool like a kid

But

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I’m the kind of girl that you write songs about

Mystery you can’t get out your head

Before you sleep at night

Once in a lifetime

You’re taking pictures you can’t bare to lose

Be the artist to my muse

I think dying is a beautiful thing to do by your side

I bleed on paper

So the fact of the fiction

Is alive on the page when I’m gone

Coming undone in dark corridors

We’re catching our breath, just for a moment

And I could waste all of my time in between the lines

Cause

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Every movement in my rearview

And every place in reference to you

If nothing else can I be your regret years from now

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