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You’re a god-forsaken thunderstorm

So devastating, and yet so fascinating

I can feel it shivering down my back, ‘cause you’re the hunter and I’m the hunted

I can feel the rain dripping on my skin even though it’s cloudless

The air’s so cold I can feel it twisting my throat and cutting up my lungs

Headwind, it’s a way too twisted road

Road signs too dark to even pretend that I have been here before

But there’s no turning back anymore

I’m not insane but I think you love to see me hurt

And I feel you smiling as I hit the dirt

So let’s stop pretending this is a happy ending

The air’s so cold I can feel it twisting my throat and cutting up my lungs