Same old sheets
With a paper-cut beat
I've got thirteen bones of bad luck
And seven dreams that keep me on my feet.
Lose me.
I'm miss forgettable
The Queen regrettable.
I'd lay in these arms forever
If they weren't so edible.
Two peas in the same rotting pod.
Watching zeppelins chase each other,
Simultaneous Russia Mother.
In a life so full of hiccups and downs
The last thing I want is for you to hang around.
To get lost.
And then found.
These lips have been dented from a mouth full of lies.
Shoulder blades grow near
Sucked in to a freckled atmosphere
Little by little, let me forget myself;
In your sweet melon nicotine breath.
Rate of self destruction has been quickening its pace
Now turn your condemning eyes towards the insides
And look on in horror at what you tried to hide.
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