Pretty picture
You’re a fixture
That I hope will break
Maybe soon someday
I have an awful funny way
Of handling my arrangements
And moving in surroundings
Soon I’ll curl up
Lay still and think
Forcing my “okay with this”
Fuckin around
I wanna wad up inside
Let my soul scrunch up
Like a looseleaf paper
Or something sad and cold
Pain in the back of my throat
Rubbing my eyes
Today was just,
Biting back lies
And smoking too many cigarettes
Sobbing in the pillow
Hold myself in close
Today was just,
The things I hate the most
And blankness is my friend
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