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It feels so wrong to do this–

To peddle our tale to the crowd.

But (you know) I read you as easy as I chew gum

So (you know) you asked for this–

–the truth spit out loud.

Hey, whatever, you’re the captain now!

And you want them to swarm

You’ve already thrown care and caution to the wind

–so I guess I can’t see the harm

You’re still tryna light that spark,

Burn it all down for the dopamine?

–that’s a crazy challenge

But I’ll try to rise to the occasion 

If not from the ashes

So you wanna cut the brake lines
And what? See what survives the crash?
That would NOT have been my instinct
–a pretty crazy ask

But hey, you’re the captain now!
You wanted everyone talking
You wanted me to run my mouth, lose my head
–So wrote, so spoke, so done.

So I guess I’ll just lick my lips
And sharpen the knife–
And if it turns you on, I’ll take a bite
So here’s your collaterally righteous art:
Here’s the public sale of our hearts!