I scratched your name off my wall to save me
It broke the column of air that was forcing seagulls into my lungs
There’s not much you could do for me I was always free
A pox on your family
Stick a needle in your eye
Is this what you’re saying about me?
Cripple his loins
Block up his bowels, beat him for hours
Feed him to the creatures in his own head
He’s not a victim, He’s not a martyr
He’s just a silly kid who lost his bread crumb trail home
So get out
There’s not much I could do for you
You’re hands were red, mine were too
I bit straight through my tongue to stop me from shouting aloud
The pain was worth the pride I gained when I convinced myself that self control was an angle worth giving a try
It for now
There’s not much They could do for Us
We’ve already lost their trust
It’s so easy to remember
So how could I forget?
All the lies I spat through your pavement
They never got me wet
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