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brains (marietta)
03:03
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am i dead, well if i am, how come i am still a kid
warm with piss, i shouted to sis, "can you make it better with a big kiss"
maybe it was the start of this month that has me entirely too fucked up
or maybe i'm just getting too old, trapped in the back with the rest of the world
maybe i'm just ancient
to my old friends
or maybe i'm just making things up
but i don't really think i could
so i'll comb my hair, look at you stare as you're ripped apart by a mad bear
i'm not sleeping, i'm not dreaming, so i guess i'm just waiting
for someone to say that it's okay that you had to go away
cut in two, completely see through, losing control of what's me and you
just let me slip into the white nice room, that you painted me into
i promise that i won't make any noise or make things worse than they have to
teach me how to not care about
these tiny feelings that have me up at night for nothing.
maybe i'm just ancient
to all of my friends
or maybe i'm just making things up
but i hope that i never could
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last night i saw your face in the hallowed light.
you were standing taller than the mountain side.
your long hair flowed down in blues and whites,
and I just stood there, bathed in the quiet. no,
you say you'll cut your bangs, i'm calling your bluff. yeah when you lie to me it's in the small stuff.
now your (canadian) mouth is foaming like a rabid dog,
and where the river flowed is now a clouded fog.
your teeth are gnashing louder than your monologue,
and i just stood there, bathed in the quiet
you say you'll cut your bangs, i'm calling your bluff. yeah when you lie to me it's in the small stuff. .
now the flesh is melting off of your bones.
the maggots around your heart make themselves at home.
where the river flowed I am left alone,
and I just stood there, bathed in the quiet.
you say you'll cut your bangs, i'm calling your bluff. yeah when you lie to me it's in the small stuff.
(general fuck up)
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it's been so many years since we've been friends
and after all this time i need you again
and i'd try
oh i'd try
but i'd hurt myself again
laugh for me just one more time again
cause soon I know that all these things will end
and i'd try
oh i'd try
but i'd hurt myself again
never let me change my mind again
because i don't think i'll every love again
and i'd try
oh i'd try
but i'd hurt myself again
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i saw you from the bottom of the stairs before you knew i was coming
and though nervous and scared i lingered on
i heard most things break by the ends of these types of nights
so i'll force upon every word i'd brushed up on since knowing we won't speak like this again
you've got a certain who knows what about you
and i've got a small amount of time
to figure out what it is exactly and to whom does it apply
but i know for a fact that these are broken nights
covered in bottles the stench of loss of life
and i know that it's quite heartbreaking we won't speak like this again
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