The Collector by Marion
We're drunk and night-time vision is going thin
You stumble across the body defining it
And feeling the carefree beauty of all
All the things that you value you wanna take on more
The collector will collect you
Love for her is just another
But as your worlds become more twisted and involved
You find its only you that's bleeding with no-one to hold
You are frustrated, an unfortunate ring with anxiety
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