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This Is The End / Is This The End?

You and I are pilgrims 

worshiping at the pyre of our pasts

We use each other's bodies as shovels 

to dig old skeletons out

Sometimes I wonder if we're just digging our own graves

We are countries with lost borders

so we keep spilling out of maps

We're magicians entranced by our own tricks

our styles too subtle for our own good

Our hearts are balloons filled to bursting

but too light to keep us planted in the moment

We're in constant flight and going nowhere

I collide into you you collide into me

and then we part, like waves, only to meet and repeat 

I sing in falsetto and you pretend I'm in key

You dance too slow for my taste but I still let you lead

I sleep in your arms because they are warm with sin

You don't ask me why, you're just happy to give in

You live like a corpse, I'm dying in my dreams

The end is in sight, and now it begins