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I'm the best kind of accident
Bricks for shoelaces tied tight
Mace for mouthwash
Raising wreckage
A real first trimester
Roller coaster ride

I know this city
Like the back of my lungs
Vein vains
Gone awry

Catholicism or the cut of my jib
Chewed out the inside of my mouth
Giving myself lessons in breathing
Mom's dress fits real well
Confidence for arrogance

I know this city
Like the back of my lungs
Vein vains
Gone awry

Taste the salt, it's sweat, it's tears
I'd rather not see it coming
Taste the salt, it's sweat, it's tears
Manners right out the window
Taste the salt, it's sweat, it's tears
Restraint is a four letter word
Taste the salt, it's sweat, it's tears
We can swallow halos with the best of them

Dream in color
Dream in real time
I like to know who's behind me

Dream in color
Dream in real time
I like to know what's behind me