The Valentine Blast Furnace (Should, Arguably, Have Never Been Built)

I hope you take this with you, wherever you go
Dying makes us rarer than gold
Look all around me, this is avalanche country
Would you breathe me a cipher when all my breath is gone?
And there’s no modern sutures to stitch me up?
I’m caught in a year that never was, good for the lot of us
But I’m just the argument and I can’t, I can’t write my way out of this one
Take this with you, wherever you go
Dying makes us rarer than gold
And we’re only as good as what kills us
And what kills us is fortune favors the bold and the reckless
I’m desperate, can you forgive and forget this?
We all have a thread that we’re hanging by and you are mine
My modern suture to stitch me up
Stuck in a year that never was good for the lot of us
But I’m just the argument and I can’t write my way out of this one
Take this with you, wherever you go
Dying makes us rarer than gold
And we’re only as good as what kills us
And what kills us is fortune favors the bold and the reckless
So just tell me you love me, and it’s gonna be okay
Lie to me
Lie to me
Lie. to. me
Said, ‘Appreciate the rain, cause although it will fall again it won’t ever
fall the same'
So take that with you, wherever you go
Dying makes us rarer than gold
Well appreciate the rain
Cause although it will fall again it won’t ever fall the same