I've borrowed someone else’s skin
But the ribcage is pinching me too tight
My eyes are simply looking
So I asked the heart what might I find
Bodies drifting in the sea next to busy self made men waiting for cabs
Following a grotesque path
A carelessly tied dotted line
Pushing aside branches
Trying to find straight ways
In this twisted cloud
And behind the fences
Wash my head in rivers
When cars become too loud
Running away from the heat
In weightlessness I feel our pulse is right
From crowded bar to empty street
Conversations that will go on all night
Friends around a table stupid jokes and five empty bottles of wine
I end up dancing to the music and every move feels like I’ve won a fight
Pushing aside branches
Trying to find right angles
In this twisted cloud
And behind the fences
Wash my head in rivers
when the noise becomes too loud
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