Justine, Justine!?!

How do you talk about these kinds of things, like hating 
eachother, exchanging wedding rings? I dont wanna know that
 youre gonna change, and its all your fault Im searching 
for lies! Im just a kindred soul oh from 75, with these 
failing lungs, Im still barely alive.

Were giving up hope with our broken hearts. Were passing 
out fakes like we were built for it. Accept my ideas please
 accept my ideas. Well never even have to think twice. No 
well never have to think. Youre in (then) out of this. And 
I just cant defend my points of view.

How do you feel about our sexless art? Nonabrasive bipolar 
thoughts, help keep us in line. I dont wanna know that Im 
gonna change, and its all my fault for living online! Im a 
bastard soul, born in 84. Happy lonely then happy again, 
what the hell is it for?

Weve gotta think of something to help avoid careers: 
pretend to be younger, stay true with magazines. Weve gotta
 go somewhere, find out its nice and slow (then) pretend to
 be alive now. The times we spent were true; these words 
werent meant for you. Maybe Im thinking of branching out 
and finding something not clich. OK? OKAY!
Im not tired; Im not scared of losing you.