imaginary compulsive

I

your glass

Will

mod-

estly

Dis-

cover

to

your

self

That

of

your

self

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know

not

of

Come home

to

me

Let

me be

your

right hand

Let’s lay

and

rest there

I

your glass

Will

mod-

estly

Dis-

cover

to

your

self

That

of

your

self

You

know

not

of

There

Fore

Good

Brut-

us

Since

you

can

not

see

yourself

so well

as by

reflec-

tion

I

your glass

Will

mod-

estly

Dis-

cover

to

your

self

That

of

your

self

You

know

not

of

How

Many Years

And

how

many wars

and tears

To-

geth

er

we can

get through this

And

build

anew

here

I

your glass

Will

mod-

estly

Dis-

cover

to

your

self

That

of

your

self

You

know

not

of

I got

you

((yeah))

I got

you

((yeah))

I got

you

((yeah))

And

now

you know

I

loved

you

I

your glass

Will

mod-

estly

Dis-

cover

to

your

self

That

of

your

self

You

know

not

of

I

think

about it

all

the time

Some

how

I became

your villain

If you

cry

about it

long

e-

nough

You

for

get

the tears

are streaming

I

think

about it

all

the time

Some

how

I became

your villain

If you

run

up a hill

Some

times

you fall

with the boulder rolling

I

think

about it

all

the time

Some

how

I became

your villain

If you

cry about it

long

e-

nough

You

forget the tears

are streaming

I

think

about it

all

the time

Some

how

I became

your villain

If I

gather

all the

memories

And

still

can’t find the one

where things started

changing

I

think

about it

all

the time

Some

how

I became

your villain

Will

you

talk

when it’s

quiet

Or will

the boulder

keep rolling

I'm

not

a

ware

of where

you

are

you

a

ware

of where

you

are

my

feel

ins

tilt

as I

tum

ble

each step

is

pain

full

and leaves

a scar

Are

R

I Dwell

in

poss

ebb

ill

itty

desire

functions

along

side

mass -

insecurities

found your messages

but

dis

carded

them

can't

mistake

lust

we both know

this ain't

a real film

I'm

not

a

ware

of where

you

are

are you

a

ware

of where

you

are

my

feel

ins

tilt

as I

tum

ble

each step

is

pain

full

and

all

ways

leaves

scar are

R

Ss

I dwell

in

poss-ib

ill

ity

mad girls

love song

contend

hued

as I

slowly

accept

these realities

I leave

signs

under your doors

but you

don't look

to the floor

Your head

is always

in the

clouds

I see why

your magic

works

but I

wanna

know

how

I'm

not

a

ware

of where

you

are

are you

a

ware

of where

you

are

my

feel

ins

tilt

as I

tum

ble

each step

is

pain

full

and

all

ways

leaves

a

scar

Are

R

Love

Love

Love

I'm

in

love

with you

But

it’s

breaking my

heart

It won’t do

Any justice

To

begin

at

the start

Memories

before

they happen

I can see you

talking

before you talk

Love

Love

Imagine

airy

compulsive

All

the above

Why’d you go

and pull me closer

We both know

the end

before

it starts

it's cause

love , love, love

I’m in love with you

But it’s breaking my heart

Creeping

like a shadow

in the corner

of my heart

I saw the

memories

before they happened

even heard you

talking

before

you talked

it's cause

love , love, love

I’m in love with you

But it’s breaking my heart

O constancy

build a bridge

betwixt my heart

and

my tongue

O misery

show me

the bridge

to the

metropolises

to come

O memories

they feel

like static

on my flesh

O lucid dreams

take us to the places

we haven't the chance

to visit yet

Baby

face

I want

missus

on my tombstone

but first

I must think

of myself

or I'll be nothing

O vivid dreams

shelter me

from

expectations

that'll never exist

O memories

take me

to the places

where we

experienced bliss

O misery

show me

the gratitude

to endure another fall

O constancy

build a bridge

betwixt my heart

and my tongue

or I'll have nothing at all

Baby

face

I want

missus

on my tombstone

but first

I must think

of myself

or I'll be nothing

O constancy

build a bridge

betwixt

my heart

and my tongue

O misery

Show me

the map

that leads us

all home

O memories

don't make me bitter

make me strong

O lucid dreams

take us

too

the places

we haven't the chance

to visit yet