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It's the season for giving up. The trees are giving up their leaves and the wind is giving up its warmth and maybe we should all give up waiting for a dork in tin foil to ride up on a plastic horse and save us from ourselves. The rain will always lead us in circles and the snow will never come 'cause there's really no easy way out of all of this. All of this is the flicker of fluorescent lights and the glow of rosy cheeks and how our pulses are the only things steady now.

The cold bites at our feet and our noses and worms its way through our pores and into our bones. It's a thorough defeat and we'll never be the same again. Nothing will ever be the same once the pulse is cut and there is a lustful river of nicotine coating the floor. Who can live without a heart?

I can't live without a heart. I can't live even when it's a million miles away or beating right here in my chest. Distance is a killer. I can't live with is pouring from my pencil or out of my mouth or maybe I can't live with it at all. I need it whispered in my ear and shivered under sheets. God, I need it. I just need it, but I don't know what I'm missing.

Maybe I'm missing the dork in tin foil on a plastic horse who will save me from myself.

I live in a world that doesn't care how I define reality.

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It's the season for giving up. The trees are giving up their leaves and the wind is giving up its warmth and maybe we should all give up waiting for a dork in tin foil to ride up on a plastic horse and save us from ourselves. The rain will always lead us in circles and the snow will never come 'cause there's really no easy way out of all of this. All of this is the flicker of fluorescent lights and the glow of rosy cheeks and how our pulses are the only things steady now.

The cold bites at our feet and our noses and worms its way through our pores and into our bones. It's a thorough defeat and we'll never be the same again. Nothing will ever be the same once the pulse is cut and there is a lustful river of nicotine coating the floor. Who can live without a heart?

I can't live without a heart. I can't live even when it's a million miles away or beating right here in my chest. Distance is a killer. I can't live with is pouring from my pencil or out of my mouth or maybe I can't live with it at all. I need it whispered in my ear and shivered under sheets. God, I need it. I just need it, but I don't know what I'm missing.

Maybe I'm missing the dork in tin foil on a plastic horse who will save me from myself.

I live in a world that doesn't care how I define reality.