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this world is a monster and as a heart,
trying to piece the broken to ease our hopeless art
you wore me hard and burnt me out but me spinning,
this world I in was yours and I make believed and pretended,
acted so fucking in it like i loved you but actually didn't,
the past different when your liven it and actin indifferent,
and when you missing i give a instead of counting away minutes
pinning stories on the different women and killing it it ended,
ain't that tragic when a person recognize that magic,
a trapeze act of sadness to re-spark old habits,
the has beens tend to what happened
so you put on that old again and become the accident

you hate to be in but love the way it feels,
fill the memories poison as your body starts to wilt,
the wax on our wings in the house our ghost built,
while i hold you still and your skin by the window seal,
closed books those old looks that fold me onto meat hooks,
where the scene took and it dropped my jaw,
I held your palm till dawn,
i felt so fucking gone and I fell a thousand times,
like time and I'm out my goddamn mind,
funny memories of symmetry that exist before they were gone,
tricks our head play in the midst of medleys of and alone,
the of someone else at home but not recognizing the ghost,
and we're crazy but prideful spiteful but incredibly absent,
make up on the napkin took away the and smeared the passion,
so you put on the old mask again and the accident.