Little Dark Age - Slowed

The image of the dead, dead ends in my mind

Policemen swear to God, love seeping from their guns
I know my friends and I would probably turn and run
If you get out of bed, come find us heading for the bridge
Bring a stone, all the rage, my little dark age

I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange
I know that if you hide, it doesn't go away
If you get out of bed, and find me standing all alone
Open-eyed, burn the page, my little dark age

All alone, open-eyed, burn the page, my little dark age



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Nicholas Hunter Goldwasser, Andrew Wells Vanwyngarden
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