they’ve got it locked down and they’re holding on tight

hey kids
it all combines

the blood
the tears
the loss of magic
the chemicals on the street corner
washing down the veins
of the ones who almost live there

there is a rapture of sorts
on valencia
they’ve got it locked down
and they’re holding on tight

we’re all holding on tight
to each other
whose names
we barely know
and whose faces
we can’t seem to pronounce

the horses broke at the last moment
and rode across the hills

they’ll probably never come back

and you in that dress
that wouldn’t stop coming undone
no mater how many times
i tried

i tried
to keep it all from coming undone

i tried
for miles to hold you

but i only got a few steps
before the ground gave way

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