Move me out and move away to a place that I could never call home. Unchaperoned down highways has become my life, or what’s left of me. You’ll lure me in and then you’ll throw me out. My heart was frozen cold last year, it gave me time to figure out what I’m doing here. Blow me up to slow my pace, you’re not sorry about a thing. A dirty fuse in an old suitcase has more value then I could ever think. But can you feel the quaking in my head? It’ll rip right through my body, a tale of fraying threads. Make no mistake and come back here again. I’ll stay decaying in the wasteland. It wouldn’t take too much to notice that Boston’s just not the same, but will it ever be like then? The atrophy has gotten to me and taken over way too fast, but I’d rather be alone than dead. It’s not the same.
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