Don't fight it, don't bother an inch for another.
Don't listen, don't hear them, they're in this together.
I've learned well, now hear me, there's much to be fearing.
I'm used to your absence, your faceless distraction.
I've painted your problems but found them attractive.
Now I've been leaning towards a life far more caring,
thrown back through the dark with your eyes as my candles...
Passion Pit, Eyes as Candles
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