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Deathwish/ Selfish/ Nightmare
From the razors to a trail of roses leading to my bedroom
From these flickering street lights to where us kids play when they turn off
Can you take me home, please?
I'll make it worth your time, I promise
We can sleep in the same bed
Wear the same clothes
Share counter-clockwise space until the building crumbles
You're nearing my wits end, dear
Any idea of the afterlife never mattered much to me, for I never lived to begin with
Look me dead in the eyes and tell me that it takes ten times longer to put yourself back together than it does to fall apart
Baby, I can't dry my tears
Dirty sheets lay heavy for hot breath and warm skin
Lay your ashes down so that I can kiss the shadows under your feet
Sing a solemn sonnet of something that I simply cannot romanticize anymore
Hey big moon, you're looking a lot like the darkness of my pupils tonight
We're pressed against your bedroom door
I'm kissing the sores off your lips for the last time
I should have learned by now to not mistake butterflies for sunshine
But this state of loneliness deserves it's own damn zip code
Stop crying, please just hang the phone up
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