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untitled
03:51
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watching your hand reach for the light switch
please dont make it darker than it already is
come closer, you're not going to sleep tonight
you're going to help me cover this wound
so nobody knows i'm dying
i know the blood is running down my face
i swear i'm not crying my brain was unknowingly laced
picturing myself taking it in strides
swallowing intentions i can't compromise
but choice feels like an attitude but it's my right
how could you not have known that when you spoke to me that night
and you could have just asked me my name
i'm not your world to watch burn
i may be fire but i'm not your flame
im a human body i am not a game
i am a human body are we not the same?
i know youll sleep with all the lights on
you'll never what you took from inside me
and my poor heart
will find something that wont tear me apart
im not your world to watch burn
i may be a fire but i'm not your flame
i'm a human body im not a game
im a human body are we not the same?
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bloo
04:40
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i keep forgetting about my lungs
held my breath till i knew you were gone
and i got so used to being on my own
why did you have to come along
i'd rather die
i keep throwing stones into my fire
so it won't burn brighter than it did when i was a child
and i'm heavy enough by myself
can't expect to be carried by anyone else
i'd rather die
i'm stuck in a loop
stuck here without you
what was red is now completely blue
and i must be the reason why
love has escaped me so many times
i always cry
i always die
i'm stuck in a loop
stuck here what do i do
what was red is now completely blue
so paint me in black and white
because the colors of my joy will never be bright
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if i'm unworthy of what i'm ungrateful for
then tell me why memories are breaking in my door
they're at my door
purple lines decorate my thighs are you as scared as i am
i don't know why i hide i'm frail and my insides are liquid
bodies arent science fair prizes
blurry optical illusion of love
put your brain back in your jar
throw it in your dirty car
i hope you're happy you got me
asked my mom if i could go out i knew she wouldn't mind
i don't know why i still need her i'm a child im a lil sprout
lee calls me lil sprout
stitches in my eyebrow but im alive
i hate that i ask why do i try
can someone please cut my limbs off and hang them from the sky
bodies aren't science fair prizes
blurry optical illusion of love
so put your brain back in a jar
throw it in your dirty car
i hope you're happy you got me
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iceland
05:01
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the white of your eyes were melting
when i was drowning with you
did you see my feelings falling
and crawling and curling into
what was real and what i could not find
locked in in the dark i was so blind
from what was real and what i want to find
you turn me into someone elses child
what i've been and what i've done
is a product of your love
and now your floating in hot springs
and standing up to waterfalls
all with someone elses body
i hope you're happy drawing in the lines
from what was real and what you could not find
locked me in the dark i was so blind
from what was real and what i want to find
you turned me into someone elses child
what ive been and what ive done is a product of your love
and how i sit and how i talk is still dripping of you
i hope i didn't break you
like you broke me
i hope your wrists are turning
i hope your hands arent hurting
we'll see who goes insane this time
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old hound
04:17
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all your faces staring back at me
whispering goodbyes so silently
and you don't have to worry i've heard them before
you can't count them using both our hands
feeling good and i have never really been friends
because i'm an old hound just a bitter taste in your mouth
and you don't want me around
because im too loud so i wont make a sound
and i've always been too much you're all just figuring it out now
and all my options have fallen down to the dirt
making up stories in my head so it doesn't have to hurt
like that time that i hit my head on the pavement
when really i was just feeling bad
not much has changed since i was 10
i'm just taller and a lot more sad
because im an old hound just a bitter taste in your mouth
and you don't want me around
because im too loud so i wont make a sound
and i've always pictured my death but it never looked like it does now
i'm an old hound
just a bitter taste in your mouth
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cactus
02:14
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i hate looking at my hands they are completely fucked
bitten down down to where i cant grow back nervous it hurts
like your cactus poking me in the side its sharp
climbing up the stairs knocking on wood it wont but it could
your cactus it could
your cactus it could
it could
it could
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missile girl Boston, Massachusetts
lil sprout nat from big city boston
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