Condensation

fill yourself
helium breath
higher than appalachia

now and then
swallowing lead
heavy is all you feel

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the conversation cold and wet inside your head
like condensation on a bottle in your hand

pull the pin
you're a grenade
give them the gift of shrapnel

leave your mark
alone in the dark
a shadow upon the wall

[chorus]

misery is an illusion
happiness is a mirage

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