'CAMDEN & TRENTON'
IF WE WERE A TALE, WE'D BE A TRAGIC LOVE STORY
IF I COULD WISH FOR ANYTHING, IT'D BE FOR YOUR HEARTS SURVIVAL
PROTECT YOUR INNOCENCE MY DEAR, HE HAD SAID,
FOR MY DARKNESS IS CONSUMING
IF OUR LOVE WON'T SURVIVE, THEN NEITHER WILL I, I ANSWERED HIM
HE REFUSED TO LET ME STAY, I REFUSED TO LET HIM GO
WE ARE BROKEN STARS FALLING FROM THE SKY
WE ARE BROKEN WORDS FAILING TO MAKE ANGELS FLY
WE ARE TWO COLD SOULS, TRYING TO WARM THE OTHER
BUT COLD WITH COLD, MAKES NOTHING ANY WARMER
THAT'S WHAT HE TOLD ME, THAT OUR LOVE COULDN'T EXIST
I LAUGHED AT HIM, OH HOW HIS ANXIETY COULD MAKE THINGS TWIST AND TWIST
I TOOK HIS HAND IN MINE AND PULLED HIM TO THE EDGE OF THE WORLD
THERE I POINTED AT THE SKY AND LET HIM SEE THOSE 'BROKEN' STARS SWIRLED
BROKEN STARS, THAT WERE A BEAUTIFUL DISASTER
SPARKS THAT FLEW PAST, LIGHTING UP HEARTS, MAKING THEM BEAT FASTER BROKEN ATOMS, THAT MADE PERFECT CONSTELLATIONS THERE IN THE HEART OF THE UNIVERSE, BROKENLY, THEY MADE REVELATIONSA MILLION MORE 'DISASTERS' THAT WERE ACTUALLY NATURES WONDERS
OUR LOVE CAN EXIST, I GUESS, HE WHISPERED TO THE SKY.
BUT IS IT RIGHT, IS IT RIGHT, IS IT RIGHT,
ALL THESE SCARS ON OUR HEARTS?I KNOW THEY BEAT, I KNOW THEY BEAT, I KNOW THEY BEAT TOGETHER,
BUT WHAT IF THEY GROW APART? WILL THEY STILL WORK?
WILL THE BLOOD STILL CIRCULATE.
OR WILL IT FALL INTO A GREEN FLAT LINE.
A LONG BEEP AT THE END OF THE DAY,
A DEEP SOB AND A LONG SIGH.
MAYBE THAT'S OUR END.
MAYBE THAT'S OUR FIN.
MAYBE THAT'S WHERE THIS ROAD WILL LEAD TO.
AND I LOOKED HIM IN THE EYES, BOLDLY
THAT'S THE ONLY THING I KNOW. LOOKING BOLDLY WHERE NO ONE ELSE WOULD GO, HIS WERE STILL SHY
-BUT BIG AND STRONG, LIKE THE HEART THAT BELONGED IN MY HAND. AND I WHISPERED BACK;
IF THAT IS THE END, THEN IT SHALL BE OURS.
BUT DARLING HAVE YOU REALLY LOOKED AT THE STAR? WHAT A DISASTER THEY SEEM TO ARE.
THOSE CRACKS AND THOSE EXPLOSIONS, THOSE ARE THEIR SCARS. AND AREN'T THEY BEAUTIFUL? LOOK HOW FREE.
WHO SAYS THAT'S NOT WHO WE HAVE BEEN? AND IF WE AREN'T,
WE CAN BE,
WE CAN REWRITE AND REDRAW, PAINT OVER,
RENEW AND SAW.
NEW LINES, BLUE, RED, PURPLE--IF WE AREN'T THOSE STARS.
THEN WE CAN BECOME NEW ONES.
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