i cut my hand just to watch it bleed
i guess were at that age when pain is so real
you just have to see

its thanksgiving and were not the people we wish wed be
and you know someones got it out for us
kicked us out of the house
but you know it dont bother me

we dont believe

rain begins to darken the streets
paving a way me
i step on leaves like memories
ive seen you do the same as me
i wanted to say something this time
but you threw a frisbee at me

we dont believe

it was cold in just tshirts
it dont bother me
the blacktop was warm beneath our feet
i forgot about nothingness
as i was concerned with things more pressing
the overwhelming sincerity
you and me

we dont believe
but i do beileve that im here with you

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