Slight of hand
Making simple things disappear
With simple things
We break hearts
Break
Break
And go fast down country roads
Turning and twisting
Twisting
Twisting
You are pain in a pretty package
I'm a talentless hack
Pecking away at a smartphone keyboard
Burning my fingers with speed and friction
Friction
Fiction
Two hearts rubbing together
And setting fire to sticks
Two sticks rubbing together and sparking flame to love
I look to the sky and see stars blotted out by exploding colors
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