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All The Good Things

by AmericanHorrorStory 2 reviews

I'm fucked if I know where this came from.

Category: Poetry - Rating: G - Genres:  - Published: 2013-07-09 - Updated: 2013-07-09 - 301 words

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All The Good Things

There's essences of memories all around us,
The dust covering these trophies reminds me.
This isn't a broken home,
We're just a little rough round the edges.
We've just been bent out of shape.
This isn't how we are..
This isn't what we do..

Slow down, look around,
Tell me this can't be true.
Slow down, look around,
Tell me this ain't how you feel?
I know we're a little bit messed up,
Baby, we can live through this storm.
Baby, we can rebuild this place.

Start from the roots, we're fixin' these broken memories,
Lay the foundations with butterfly kisses.
All these dark, scarred remains are just burning away,
They're drifting away like the tears I used to cry,
I'm over it now, I'm over it now, I'm over it now.

Slow down, look around,
Tell me this can't be true.
Slow down, look around,
Tell me this ain't how you feel?
I know we're a little bit messed up,
Baby, we can live through this storm.
Baby, we can rebuild this place.

Can we live through the fire?
Can we live through these storms?
Can we do it alone?
Can we do it together, please?

Slow down, look around,
Tell me this can't be true.
Slow down, look around,
Tell me this ain't how you feel?
I know we're a little bit messed up,
Baby, we can live through this storm.
Baby, we can rebuild this place.
Slow down, look around,
Tell me this can't be true.
Slow down, look around,
Tell me this ain't how you feel?
I know we're a little bit messed up,
Baby, we can live through this storm.
Baby, we can rebuild this place.

When we're all done with this,
When we're all so fixed,
Baby, let me break you.
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