Breaking off the rotten teeth
And cleaning whatever’s left
Hiding what keeps me awake
Blocking out days I should’ve slept
I’ve become a tapestry
The colors continue to speak
Contemplating if I tape, glue
Or staple the broken seams
Will they notice the moments where I’ve slipped?
An extra layer that’s losing shape
I can’t keep my stories straight
Contemplating if I tape, glue
Or staple it to my face
And suddenly a single flame makes sense
Jun 14, 2025
Jun 14, 2025 at 7:31 AM UTC
Breaking off the rotten teeth
And cleaning whatever’s left
Hiding what keeps me awake
Blocking out days I should’ve slept
I’ve become a tapestry
The colors continue to speak
Contemplating if I tape, glue
Or staple the broken seams
Will they notice the moments where I’ve slipped?
An extra layer that’s losing shape
I can’t keep my stories straight
Contemplating if I tape, glue
Or staple it to my face
And suddenly a single flame makes sense
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