There's a smile in every picture of us,
Does that explain away the pain?
Does it excuse the shouting and fighting?
We were happy a few times,
But those few times,
Are outweighed by the crimes.

When there’s a time and place,
I can’t remember my old face,
Can’t even read my own name,
Yet, you refused to take blame.

Call me outside,
I'm looping inside,
From one end to another,
As if on a metal tether.

Come back to the old home,
The suburbs we will roam,
A picture perfect filled with dread,
Nearly met eyes with death and the dead.

Call me outside,
I refuse to abide,
Drag me on the metal tether,
From one end to another.

Bones too thick for my skin,
Skin too thin for my kin,
An accidentally labeled kid,
Kept his feelings under a lid.

Hey, I’m gonna ask politely,
As kindly as I possibly can,
In a way that there’s no way you’ll say no,
“Could you help me take my skin off?”
My hollow bones are too wet,
And my pink flesh is too tight,
If I had the strength I’d do it myself,
But it’s easier when you’ve got a friend.

Pull it all off,
I want to be,
A skeletal system,
Making its way down Main Street.

Now I’m getting greedy,
It’s day two, you helped put it back on,
I think I need you again, friend,
Is this an addiction?
No I don’t think so cause I’ve got my head still,
Do you mind taking my head off?
Disconnect.
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I’m emotionally detached,
And also exhausted,
Cause you’re an oil tycoon,
Draining all my energy and blood,
It’s funny for you to see me die again.