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My friends say it's alright
I keep my hands just out of sight
In bedrooms where I'm nothing else
But broken locks and empty shelves
And wonderful paintings of white wedding dresses
I will love you forever but these paintings will last longer

There's fake gold melting in my hands
Took it and lost some of my friends
I died selling the world

This medicine will bury me in our bed sheets
But I know a ghost and she knows that
I know a ghost and she knows how to protect me

There's God, then, there's me
There's everything in between, yeah
There's God, then, there's me
There's everything in between, yeah

And there's God and there's me
There's Saturn, there is me
Forget everything in between

And my hands shake and squeeze tight during surgery at night
Time is medicine and all the reasons why we can down fire and warm up our veins until we forget all our names
Forget this itching trigger-finger grip

There's something dancing in my head to a song I can't forget
And right now, it's spinning the world

It's the medicine that I need like clean new sheets
But I know a ghost and she knows that
I know a ghost and she knows how to protect me

There's God, then, there's me
There's everything in between, yeah
There's God, then, there's me
There's everything in between, yeah

And there's God and there's me
There's Saturn, there is me
Forget everything in between

There's a mirror that's never seen a face
In a room that takes up space
There's a journal and a lock of hair
There's a feather that never found the air
They said I can leave Heaven now
They said I can leave Heaven now