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Thirteen stories
Thirteen minutes
the time it takes to make it up
may just be the death of you

and you're not afraid
you claim
life flashing before your eyes
future up in flames

Twelve years
no tears
the books are my shelves are nothing but dust
and the shell of my former self is covered with rust
and the last thing I need is to think anymore
and wonder, What if?

I watched that falling star
with a morbid interest
I didn't make a wish 'cause that would be stupid
I just thought about burning out
and how close I am
I can taste it now
I can taste you now

Don't worry about me
I know you're not
I'll make due
I always have
I'm not gonna give you the satisfaction of blindly tearing myself apart

These remnants here are my shattered heart
and I've got superglue, and lots of time
and frankly, my dear, that is the divine

The best years of my life
were stolen away in a night
and maybe, I should just curl up and die
maybe, it's not worth putting up a fight
maybe, I don't know what the hell I'm doing anymore

Maybe. What if? Maybe. What if?

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from I Am An Astronaut: A Concept Album, released April 29, 2010

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"you must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame;
how could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes?"
-nietzche

"a singer-songwriter who can neither sing nor write songs."
-generation no

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