Bottle Rockets

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[Verse]-

You soak up my stares like a cheap wine.

I study your scars to find the fault lines.

The beats of wild hearts are warning signs.

We do backstrokes above a naval mine.

American Spirits lead to French kisses,

Shadow dances, and streetlight eclipses.

We mistake dreams for shooting stars wishes,

Intercepted by satellite dishes.

Live for the now proudly with no care for what's next.

Our heavy hearts loudly echo through our footsteps.

With suicidal urge, we're on the final verge, of the balcony railing of your apartment complex.

Lives in captured motion, manufactured explosions; we're already bored with the special effects.


[Chorus]-

Pledge to last the night; we couldn't if we try.

In a wild finish, bottle rockets fly.


[Verse 2]-

Life sentence in the California wilderness

Of lost theme parks and vacant lots.

Tin can telephone talks in the stillness

Sound like the twisting of the noose knot.

I hold your face like a spent wallet that always shakes loose in my pocket.

You hold my face like a void locket with closed pendants as my eye sockets.

When we're greeted by dawn from the roof of your car,

Bodies will be strung out like secondhand guitars.

The breath we shared will suffocate inside a bell jar.

Your heart will pound, "I am," instead of "we are."

But our eyes still kindle from the same fire that fueled to the stars,

With no promise of tomorrow, we'll pretend that the future is ours.


[Bridge]-

You say, "Love is never having to say you're sorry."

Words are wounded soldiers in inept armies.

Feelings flood in the wake of televised tsunamis.

Paper hearts are too flimsy to make origami.

We waste every prayer,

Three Hail Mary's, lips graze the Holy Grail.

We exhaust love in the air,

And vanish in a moment with the vapor trail.


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