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Sep 2010
sweaty silent hands and stale cigarettes and beer and a thousand savage ghosts
choking every breath
tearing flesh from muscle from bone
and every time you look away and start again it's a new song a new line a new time to say
i knew you when
when
when you could still hear the sound of the sea when you closed your eyes
when i could still be still and be
just be without the rusty razor of madness sliding slipping caressing every movement every
every
every time a new song a new line a new time to decipher
the truth from the lies from the ridiculous notion that any of it matters anyway any day
any day
any day now you will look at me and be left no choice but to separate truth and lie and lie
lie
lie down with me and lie to me some more with your sweet pretty tongue
while the radio screams give me life give me pain give me my self again
"give me life give me pain give me myself again" -tori amos, little earthquakes
Written by
andrea bush
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