i. so the couch in your living room is different, not the same one we slept on all those months ago, and i guess that fits because you and i are both different too. it's better, really, because if it had been the old one i would have torn it apart with my bare hands (how DARE you act like it doesn't remind you of me)
ii. the wind is rising and rising and rising outside but it's not howling yet, it's not wolfish yet (if it's anything like you and me, it will be soon)
iii. you're putting your hands under your legs and i know what that means, it means you're trying not to touch me, you're trying to keep me locked in that room in your head you never go into, but i am BREAKING OUT and YOU CAN'T STOP ME
iv. are you backsliding yet? do you taste it in your mouth yet? is it bitter and metallic yet? is it like iron grinding together in your head yet? if it isn't yet then it will be
v. OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW BADLY I WANT TO HUG YOU (HURT YOU)
KISS YOU (CUT YOU)
LOVE YOU (EAT YOU ALIVE)
vi. you take your hands out from under your legs and frame my face and i know things have come full circle, you will get bad again and this time i won't be here to worry and to be your scapegoat - you will self-destruct and i won't even pick up the pieces because i'll be close behind
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
BLOODY
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