Middle of nowhere,
Finally you can breathe,
Nobody knows your name,
It’s easier,
Shut your eyes tightly,
Clench your fists ‘til they almost bleed,
Cautiously, lightly,
Gently expose what’s underneath.
And all you feel now is the scarlet in the day,
Even if it’s real you can’t stay.
So there you go,
You’re gone for good,
There you go,
You’re gone for good.
Your mind is swollen from months of thought, without release,
They’ve taken their toll on you,
And this very moment of timid and fragile honesty is precious, and rare, and fleeting.
And all you feel now is the scarlet in the day,
And even if it’s real you can’t stay.
So there you go,
You’re gone for good,
There you go,
You’re gone for good,
Oh, oh.
There you go,
You’re gone for good,
There you go,
You’re gone for good.
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