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I’ve gotten used to being set Set aside Set straight Setting like the sun on the idea of happiness Dying to so many dreams I don’t have enough phalanges to count them on People hurt me because they Think they know me (You don’t know me, not even a little) I had forgotten how it feels when you hold me I had lost the lust to know you Blade sharp visions Cutting away at my ability To hold up my life card I want to punch out and leave. Pleasure and pain concurrent *** and little deaths roll together I have never spelled it out before Your *** your *** your species, your intimacy It murders my self-confidence It leaves me barer than birth And hungry for something That isn’t real (And you still don’t know me) tears are my life’s work blood is my excuse for living I leave it in the veins Because anything else would be Too messy. In my fantasies We watch football on the couch Drink beers with fancy labels And I fall asleep on your shoulder. I could make a whole life In the small of your back In the space behind your ear I would color in your lines And connect your dots. We would be childhood happy. (You don’t want to know me)
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Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 3:36 PM UTC
Its so dark and lonely in my skull
I’ve gotten used to being set Set aside Set straight Setting like the sun on the idea of happiness Dying to so many dreams I don’t have enough phalanges to count them on People hurt me because they Think they know me (You don’t know me, not even a little) I had forgotten how it feels when you hold me I had lost the lust to know you Blade sharp visions Cutting away at my ability To hold up my life card I want to punch out and leave. Pleasure and pain concurrent *** and little deaths roll together I have never spelled it out before Your *** your *** your species, your intimacy It murders my self-confidence It leaves me barer than birth And hungry for something That isn’t real (And you still don’t know me) tears are my life’s work blood is my excuse for living I leave it in the veins Because anything else would be Too messy. In my fantasies We watch football on the couch Drink beers with fancy labels And I fall asleep on your shoulder. I could make a whole life In the small of your back In the space behind your ear I would color in your lines And connect your dots. We would be childhood happy. (You don’t want to know me)
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Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 3:36 PM UTC
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