We walk alone like broken motorists. Behind the bars and discotechs.
Love is product and sex is a currency. We're all cheaters and can't win.
Imagine the girl holding by will paint a picture of a kinder, gentler war.
And our good scenes that have no ending.
One that leaves us standing at the gates with broken wings
while a heart scan reports "access denied, access denied."
We have arrived.
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