i took the metal out of my face
but i couldnt carve the art out of my skin
i took the words and swallowed them
but i couldnt stop the thoughts from
strengthening
i lit a cigarette
but never smoked it
you said
you can take the
tobacco out of your
hands but not
the tar from your lungs
i looked in the mirror
so filled with regret
i felt it spilling out
of my pores
pulled the covers
over my face for days
woke up
and was the same
welllll,
nothing good ever
stays
but
i have a headache
that won't *******
go away
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC
i took the metal out of my face
but i couldnt carve the art out of my skin
i took the words and swallowed them
but i couldnt stop the thoughts from
strengthening
i lit a cigarette
but never smoked it
you said
you can take the
tobacco out of your
hands but not
the tar from your lungs
i looked in the mirror
so filled with regret
i felt it spilling out
of my pores
pulled the covers
over my face for days
woke up
and was the same
welllll,
nothing good ever
stays
but
i have a headache
that won't *******
go away
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