Dollar Store (Continued...)

The fire alarm turned out to be a mighty good thing
You found me bound for harm inside the stairwell waiting
Waiting
You picked me up, you said "you wanna get some breakfast?"
I told you over waffles that I was waiting
Waiting
For my heart
To stop
Beating

I don't manic pixie dream and
I don't think it's no ones job to save me
But sometimes you just have some breakfast
Sometimes going out's a form of bravery

Oh when my heart stops beating
Will I cry or lean in to die?
Somehow the world keeps turning
Where's my fire burning inside?



Credits
Writer(s): Margaret Romero
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