the song on her phone sings me out of last night and off our bed
I'm only rising
not waking from a terrible dream like I wish
be weak be strong decide lead love allow
be nice be a monster
but I let her walk on me
run over me
take the last ember
open my arteries like a paper
I'm working on a headache that
should last a lifetime
while sugar falls and burns
Jul 5, 2012
Jul 5, 2012 at 12:05 PM UTC
the song on her phone sings me out of last night and off our bed
I'm only rising
not waking from a terrible dream like I wish
be weak be strong decide lead love allow
be nice be a monster
but I let her walk on me
run over me
take the last ember
open my arteries like a paper
I'm working on a headache that
should last a lifetime
while sugar falls and burns
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