Like see saws we go back and fourth
South and North, Crosses and noughts
Overused hinges on the front door
In and out of my home and thoughts
Our remote control has no pause
No laws to the tide shattering glass shores

We're fractured beasts not mastered
This thriller has us walking backwards
Doves entering smoke become blackbirds
Playing with fire not observing hazards
We need plasters, priests and pastors
I love you bitch and you love this bastard

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