this is a story. it's about electric lights.

if i'm allergic to something i will try to drink it all up

then when it's inside my veins i'm allergic to my own blood

there is nothing funny about the rain

i am not signalling because i am not trying to change lanes

the earth is all glowing red and the sky is huge, dark and wild

this must be what heaven looks like to your small dead child



Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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