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Little Boy

from The Manhattan Project by Depressant

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Heavy breathing down the Throgs Neck, knowing I am next. Torture my soul, let painful distance grow, chokehold my self-respect. I'm jumping through halos in hopes I'll win the title as your guardian angel.

I’ll walk this tightrope just to show we’re held together by more than nuts and bolts and rusty cables.

But this experiment went all wrong. By bombarding you with tantrums and forcing blueprints down your throat, I thought I could control a Manhattan Project all of my own. What I didn’t know was that our love would soon explode.

Your godforsaken face has since been radiating through my veins. Burning through my skin like acid rain.

Caught in a mushroom cloud and I’m not coming down until I hear the whole truth come out of your mouth. Not even I knew the magnitude of what you said before you left: “I promise I won’t forget.” Because then you neglected me for days on end. I was screaming your name and you pulled back your hand. My eyes fixate on that divine night we slept side by side for the last time.

I guess this is goodbye.

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from The Manhattan Project, released June 16, 2015
Lyrics written by Matthew Brucato.

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