Bria, save for me
My soul that turns to dust
when you're away
Take my tragedy
My fear is laid to rest when we're alone
She calls my name, distantly
Over my head when she's talking to me
Platonically, preciously
Over my head when she's talking to me
Bria, here's my heart
Open, bleeding before you
Just don't depend on me
To be hip, or cool, or what you need
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