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You rise above the rest; I sink below them all
Your tiny hands make shadow puppets that decorate our walls,
And once more, you've tried confusing what was real
With what I might have mentioned some odd fifteen seconds now gone,

And I am the first contagious victim
Of this plague-to-be
You're startled by the becoming of something
So much more than me?
Well, I have known far greater sicknesses
Than your head could ever conceive
Just please don't leave
Please promise me you won't leave,

'Cause this is the saddest sight that's ever
Passed through my torn eyes
Disillusioned by everything,
I only know despise,
And while I try to cherish every passing
Moment of this life,
It gets so hard when no one comes
To rescue me from my demise

You rise above the rest; I sink below them all
Your tiny hands make shadow puppets that decorate our walls,
And once more, you've tried confusing what was real
With what I might have mentioned some odd fifteen seconds now gone...

It's all gone

They take each time you give
Believe me when I say they'll never win

Vampires only bite back when they're frightened...
Or their blood is wearing thin...
So, you're in no real danger; though their fangs hurt...
Don't be scared of your own skin...

They take each time you give
Believe me when I say they'll never win

Vampires only bite back when they're frightened (Pieces of me)
Or their blood is wearing thin (Pieces of you)
So, you're in no real danger; though their fangs hurt (Pieces of us)
Don't be scared of your own skin (Scattered across our alleys)

Vampires only bite back when they're frightened...
Or when you know their blood is wearing thin
So, you're in no real -- no real danger; though their fangs hurt, just
Don't be scared of your own skin...

You rise above the rest; I sink below them all
Your tiny hands make shadow puppets that decorate our walls,
And once more, you've tried confusing what was real
With what I might have mentioned some odd fifteen seconds now gone...

It's all gone

(I had dyed my hair the night before
I went down to the train tracks to burn a series of letters I'd been writing
I brought a few bottles of vodka with me and planned on smashing them
I lit a fire and sat under the bridge for about an hour, watching the smoke
I thought about my friends and how disappointed they'd be in me
It felt good to be alone and even better to be alive)