you assembled my mouth from a thin paper fire paper fire rising fumble falling fumble the touchdown hold me hold me baby you hold me tighter than glue tighter than they hold the winning touchdown ball hold me tight devil in mind angel in body angel angel devil sleeping archangels hit the snooze bar bar heaven from crushing heaven crush the things that make us breathe heaven crush the things catch there are alarms I hear them catch I hear the alarms that speak in tongues from the mouth of rotting stinking babes what did you do what did you do how could you do it how could you do this thing this bad bad thing now they don't swallow your story morning glory it still flies from the mouths of rotting babes those stinking babes they don't swallow your story and you're no longer glory you're not getting away with it like you said you would you said you would you said you said you liar liar when we are together our hands down our pants are on fire fire but you're breaking me down angry man broken broke I won't raise my face and weep on your feet won't bathe your feet so get your own whore I won't be your whore you liar on fire you lied with love and verses were ruined you ruined everything good things go bad my good thing went bad these things end like they begin like they end scaring you but not enough not enough to make you good to make you one of the good guys you fought for a while but you quit you god damned quitter a little little while I put a lot of work in I put my back into I put all my work into a dead guy a dead coward guy coward the face the face I love now cold "can you identify this man?" cold the metal table they lay you on it has to be has to be the cold metal on display you're like supermarket beef baby "ma'am can you identify so we can get him off the cold god damned metal table he's lying on like a baby?" baby baby you can't be that cold you were so hot with me you can't be that cold always hot with me hot now cold I burn burn I have to burn away now and never know never know stillness yeah that's the ticket the ticket to stillness thicker than the heaven that crushes things heaven crushes things that make me breathe thoughts how many thoughts are moving to you crushing crushing thoughts
Reason for writing:
you know, there isn't one- It just sort of created itself
Birth sign: Taurus
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