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Decay
there is a fog in my eyes as i lay in the bed you once did, too
where you woke up with headaches and clothes that you threw up onto
your smell gets stale the longer i stay
but i cannot leave yet, as it may just go awaybut you didn’t even bother to clean up
nothing could’ve made you change
there are flies on the food that you left out
they’ve been swarming here for daysthe way that you left
if i could change anything, it would be your deathbut you didn’t even bother to pick up
you just let that phone ring
then they came to get your body
finally took you away from me
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Cleranult
i know who you are
as my bones start to collideunlock the door
i’m waiting on the porchmy blood is on her hands
oh, i won’t stop bleedingunlock the door
i’m waiting on the porch
when you’re reaching for the gun
start to see how sick you’ve become
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Swallow That
there’s a whimper to her cry
promise to be good, just let me inside
if you admitted it, would they call you sick…
you’ve been here for a while waiting for the right timebruised little head, falling at his hips
there is nothing left to fix
swallow that“i’ll be sitting here pulling fistfuls of grass”
is just what i said to someone who bothered to ask
and you’ve written it down, and you’ve written it page by page
but i’ve got one here that says to stay awaybruised little head, falling at his hips
there is nothing left to fix
swallow that
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I Can’t Pick Up My Feet
bedsheets hung in the window
and the box fan hums a tune
its getting under my fingernails
and it is scattered all over the roomand i can’t pick up my feet
and i wait for forgiveness to see if i can eatbiting chunks into the flesh
i’ll be sure to feed while it’s still fresh
don’t look at me that way
it’s all over my clothesi’ll kneel ‘til it splinters
i can’t pick up my feet
and i wait for forgiveness to see if i can eatdon’t look at me that way…
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Next to the Middle of Nowhere
she’ll nearly survive the week where towel soaks the blood leaks
shouting “you’re just the man i wanted to see”
stumbling on the sidewalk and falling on his feet
you asked for thisthis line is only for emergencies
if someone believed me i wouldn’t be dying
it’s too late, we were having a good daypolice are turning traffic around
trying to rid the chaos of the crowd
say “its over, it was bad timing”
if someone believed me i wouldn’t be dyingthis line is only for emergencies
if someone believed me i wouldn’t be dying
it’s too late, we were having a good day
Everything but the Girl
there is nothing to leave behind
is it selfish to pass this along?
does your pain mean anything?
just numbers over amendi want nothing more than this
how much did you see?
i didn’t wait this long just to be deceivedwatch the road in front of you
reaping what you sow
time will never wait
reputation under standing growthi want nothing more than this
how much did you see?
i didn’t wait this long just to be deceivedwhat for?
want war?
i want nothing more..
(we should call someone)
what for?
(we should call someone)
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Lina
his hand cracked the wall, getting no reaction at all
these worksheets sit scattered and we are searching all we canpreservation for tomorrow
where do girls go missing?
pitiful prayers of sorrow
let them crawl all over you, reclaimed by nature
their posters hung on wallsjust because your hands are clean it doesn’t make you better than them
you will be held accountable for this, you sad manpreservation for tomorrow
where do girls go missing?
just wait until tomorrow
let them crawl all over you, reclaimed by nature
their posters hung on walls
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