blurryface | poofless

thirty three.

preston: 8:53 P.M.

clearly i am dying, dearly i am writing,

merely testifying, that the test to fly requires i,

pass the test with colors flying,

i don't believe you most the time,

i'm lying 'cause i say i am fine,

you are the pearl, i am the swine,

so break my life and take this rhyme,

i'm so sorry but i do believe,

that all my bridges, i have burned,

and i've earned a policy of no return,

so be concerned.