The moon is only blushing
'cause it can see right through you
the stars aren't jealous when they see inside
the paleness of your skin
the blackness of you sin
the vision of your arms open wide
my open heart gushing
like a river, right to you
all the bad things I've never tried
you can't end what you never begin
you can't lose what you never win
but I can't help feeling someone has died
so let's make believe
that I'm not me
and you're not you
like we're two thieves
who think that we're so free
we could steal the truth
the ambulance is rushing
but it only moves you
to use his rag on the blood that's dried
the little gap in my grin
the weakness of my chin
but my dad says it won't be homicide
because the mere thought of touching
is so beautiful to you
but to me it's like assisted suicide
I'd pop the rover with a pin
but it can't kill what's never been
and there are no more chances to convince you that I've lied
so let's make believe
that I'm not me
and you're not you
it's too bad thieves
are never free
and you can't steal the truth
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