I feel you tasting me, but I wear it with dignity.I feel you tasting me up to my eyes.On my skin, I can smell the saliva of shitheads.It stains yellow
I thought I would feel stronger with you wrapped in plastic and living in the freezer.Where you're scentless, where you're tasteless, where you're faceless
cold, She hears me bliking. Leave the machine alone, they're working overtime. You only know me when my head is full of talk, but then minutes after
There's a point, it's a step between falling and breaking and laying flat broken in pieces.There's a note you can hold that sounds (but doesn't feel)
Drag a chair across the floor Scratch your name into the wood above my door You really gave it your all, but you're finished here You are finished here
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In typical fashion, you were confused.You were sorry when you realized that you fucked up, but I expected that.In typical fashion, everything dies and
know him.He's walking and beating.I'm not surprised at all.But at least now I know.At least now I know.I know not to try very hard.Don't think I'm ever
out from under what I mean.Living in dreams too lucid for comfort, my blood is slipping.My brother dying.I'm not sure you can die from it, but I'm going
Drag a chair across the floor.Scratch your name into the wood above my door.You really gave it your all, buy you're finishedhere.You are finished here
very hard landscape.Everybody's sitting around in cold, metal rooms, waiting for that phone call.You only know me when my head is full of talk, but
