April 11, The Day I Got My Spirit Back or My Heart-Shaped Clock
Fires set by clowns with ties, and heroes with world lies.
A carousel far from here is burning to the ground.
The ashes of the best moments of their lives spinning 'round and 'round.
Can't restrain myself from you, my heart-shaped clock is about to explode.
Can't explain myself to you, but I've choked on my words before.
And now my face feels blue, but no time to re-load.
Can't seem to let go of you, stuck in this embrace until the end of the world.
Elation, frustration,
Spilling my feeling onto pavement the very second my feet touched ground.
Held onto my heart for you, with a feverish hope.
I've always wanted you to know, that I never let go.
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