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Jun 2016
Blood runs down my face from a cut on my forehead from a beer bottle that you through at me the night before
I taste metal
I'm seeing crimson
This is my own fault
You're leaving with the slam of the door
Two words come to mind
I'm sorry

I can't see straight
The windshield is smeared
It's been a downpour this whole time
I'm driving down the street
100 on the highway
Headlights are flying past me
Two words come to mind
Liberate me

Tell me what I could do
Bring you back in this bed
Blood stains are covering the sheets
Handprints on the walls
I've itching to taste you again
Our nights together play in my mind
Over and over again pushing me
Two words come to mind
Love me

This doesn't feel the same
The lights are out and the candles you lit are flickering
This is the end
One moment bleeds into another
I'm burning the books that my father read to me as a child
6 billion people in the world
And I'm only thinking of you
Two words come to mind
Come home

Survival of the fittest
But I never fit in anywhere
I'm floating on the dust of the gun
The spider are weaving through homes in my bones
I can't keep wishing on this sickness
Two words come to mind
Wake up

The rope pulls on my throat
Scratching and clawing
I'm thinking hang in there
My foot is slipping now
A note falls to the floor
Words scribbled in black ink
"Please stay alive"
Two words come to mind
Forgive me
Seth
Written by
Seth  Warren
(Warren)   
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   Tyler King
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