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EngineAll that was left to give, face down on the mahogany floorYou punch like a little kid, holes in the knees of your jeans saying sorry out of obligation. I'll be the only thing, keeping it light with a joke to make you cry. I always knew you would break down, just like an engine. You knew all along that i was just pretending. Hard like a champion, the fast short breaths to keep those muscles moving. Fold like a concertina under the weight of the expectation. On the other hand i suppose it's hilarious, that you nearly killed yourself trying to keep it alive |