[Verse 1: Marjorie -W.C. Sinclair]
I'm still bleeding from the glass stuck deep in the cuts on my hands
Maybe things will go back how they were before
Bedtime stories of a rabbit and a tiny door
And every day I still dream of the last time you said that you wanted to dance
But you just don't ask me anymore, and I'm just so tired when I get through that door
But every night I still think of the way that you made me feel pretty again
A reoccurring dream of skyscrapers on ocean floors, and memories of loved ones trapped in polaroids
And everyday I wake up and think of you, and how good things never last
But maybe things will go back how they were before, memories of loved ones trapped in polaroids

[Verse 2: She Diamond]
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