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We are all in love with parts of ourselves

Boxes of memories that fold in and fade

We won’t be perfect, our skin will stay sane

and the love will kill me hung with pieces of you

We are all in love with parts of ourselves

Parts of the mail that we never will send

I would give you the letters and cover my face

I’m in love with the sound but can’t stand being blind

We are all in love with parts of ourselves

so I stay back I can’t step on the glass falling from you

Keep making me crazy, keep making me cruel

I will take all the bullets that come from my hands

if you take half the love you give, let me fall even more

I can't help looking up at you

and seeing all I need

so I am in love with the skeleton

built of bones of me and you