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She swallows my chain,
Pours it down like a snake,
She bleeds when she shakes,
An overdue death on my name.
Hair like grass,
Ceiling spins-
Merry go round,
Me and Mary go round,
And at least she
Lets me know where we stand.
Can't even walk straight tonight,
With her on my lips.
Oh she knows I'm not hers,
And if only she could see
How hard the come down gets
Now.
Watch the morning pass by,
Hold onto the light-
The same liquid
That reaches between the trees-
Join me.
Trying to live,
Living too hard,
Trying to make the most of
Now.
Why do I keep rearviewing?
No time to process,
Review it.
I told you it wasn't easy
But I promised I could do it.
I could do it-
Now,
I spinnnnn.
Baby do you taste the dead bodies,
On my mouth?
Taste the throw up
On my tongue?
Taste the regret
In my lungs?
I pull to you like a magnet,
Attracted to
What's pushed me
So far,
I never came back the same.
You didn't deserve
That satisfaction from me,
Babe.
Slit the wrists and shove the truth
Underneath that skin,
Soak it in red,
Nobody's gonna see
The places I went.
Nobody's gonna see
The places I create.
The spaces I made,
Full of awful and beautiful traits,
And funeral days,
I'm sorry, but
I wouldn't want to crash and burn
Any other way.
So I drive home
Hungover,
Swallow that secret,
And smile-
For I walked into this,
And I won't let it walk me out.
- (m.m)
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