.Heart torn open with a flick of your tongue.
Young's smoked out voice against the setting sun.
Pulling the strings one by one, 'till we're back to a ball of yarn.
Packing dry sand to fit a mold.
The bucket's deep but it won't hold the liquids in.
It's in my head, it seeps and dri.
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