Incoherent Love Songs

the same hair color, the same tattoos
 you've got unlimited resources or nothing to lose
 you make a choice and you were always afraid of dying
 and i know i've been distant and i've filled you with doubt
 but i've been heartbroken and i figured out
 we all make a choice and i've never been afraid of dying
 but its fine because i'm already hardly alive
 and keep on holding on, hostile or withdrawn
 its our will, our way, live through it everyday
 and i don't really care to stop it because we've
 brought it all on ourselves for so long
 and it helps us to remain valiant
 harboring affection, you pull me in too deep
 just for female attention or some form of relief
 and we'll just come back, we're always ashamed of trying
 its all so familiar, all of this pent-up regret
 behind last night's mascara and 10 dollar bets
 that you knew you'd lose, but you've never been ashamed of trying
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 the same apprehension, the same subtlety
 its been 3 years and you still tread on me
 its not a choice, its a struggle to stay conscious
 some romantic metaphor, its an uncanny sign
 baby, i'll be your muse if you'll always be mine
 we spell it out in incoherent love songs