| The Last Syllables | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| One-two, one-two Heartbeat. Don't stop. You're the last syllable of all this time The only friend and only sign That I'm still alive and beating Trying to cheat my fate One-two, one-two Count the number of choices I had Count the heart that bled for me When I had stabb'd it with honesty One-one-young-young And beat your last, oh bravest heart Only I will ever know all of what you are All of what you are Continue on, no death yet Through crazy deeds and philosophies Sex and sermons, God and demons And every time you see one Think of me as the only one-two-one Think of me And love your last, oh passion heart Only I wil ever feel this bleeding love unmarred Cause I will be the scar I will mar this heart One-two, one-two Heartbeat. Your chest. The strength I never felt but always knew Bewitches you and all your futures And you will be wild, and I, a child You will flow out, come far out And I will live in denial But through your beats, you'll feel my heart And I in yours to dwell in hell One-two, one-two, farewell So beat once more, oh lovely heart Only I will ever see all these things you are And long your last, o'er distance far Only I will ever be all of what you are And die this time, oh foolish heart Only I will ever mar This beauty with a scar |
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