And she takes you in her violent arms
And you stare into the violent sun
And you know this will be gone in the morning
And the flesh in the machinery jams
And they come to take the rest of our hands
But the feeling of her skin on your fingers
And you can barely make a silhouette out
And you open your ventriloquist mouth
And the words are wrong but in the right order
@autistictaylorhebert for the great song idea. Violent Sun by Everything Everything, absolutely devastating when applied to Lisa and Taylor.
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