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This is how we fuck up.... intimacy. An illusion to a lapse. A hiding space within fatigue Where bitter-blue-lips sink ships And smug against such sabotage Traded are secrets The consensus is you aren't mean "Mean" the mean they mean Your gossip is propagative And more like betrayal Secrets are forever, on the lips of liars Secrets are forever, traded for confession Secrets are eternal, on the lips of spies Secrets are fragmented, traded for succesion I know you can hear me, i know it totally take your fingers out of your ears x2 I love you so tell me (once, twice, once) What your new secret friend says is for your ears only |