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There’s no warmth in you anymore Now the lining in my coat stays torn But what makes you so god damn cold, so cavalier? Must’ve slipped into your veins Got blinded by the fire Chasing ambient light I saw myself coming undone I saw myself come undone as I collected all the shrapnel of you in me Standing on the edge you we’re heavy eyed Sleep comes in figure eights, a permanent flux The kind that drowns you alive in downpours of temporary love And it suits me just fine Even if it never fills me up inside, I’ll make it work I want your pain if it’s too much I want your worst So much it hurts For what it’s worth it's all decadent fun and we’ll never learn Swallowed a gun; the room starts to turn Aus Songtexte Mania