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Shoeboxes
03:03
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we put our cigarettes out on each other
you said "i'll be your blankets if you can find me skin;
i am so worried of my organs falling out again;
i am so worried of my organs falling out again."
we were fireflies for a year or two, it's hard to remember
somebodies small son found us beautiful, he put us in a jar
he poked a hole after a day or two, so that we could breathe
and we sucked demons from each other just to get some small relief
i am a monster when i think about your hands
i am a monster
we lick our wounds and push our heads a little tighter in their holes
anatomy confuses me but you know where things go
and i know, sometimes our breathing gets beyond where it needs to be
and we suck demons from each other just to get some small relief
i am a monster when i think about your hands
i am a monster when i think about your hands
and all the backyard pets decomposing in your shoeboxes
did you forget to take the collars for the next ones in
im a monster
im a monster
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Awful
01:55
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tie my hands behind my back and tell me that you hate my hair
tell me a story about some scissors, and ask me where i keep a pair
be careful not to cut my ear, i know you'll do it anyway
was that blood here before we started, or did i get it fresh today?
i know i'm awful, i'm so sorry
you're awful sick of this
you know me good enough by now not to take me serious
do i want to kill myself
or do i want to hear you say (don't)
all the dirty words you used to whisper to my head
are lying lost in old notebooks, they might as well be dead
do you still like it when they touch you like you talked about?
do you still like it when it scares you, and fills you full of doubt?
i know i'm awful, i'm so sorry
you're awful sick of this
you know me good enough by now not to take me serious
do i want to kill myself
or do i want to hear you say (don't)
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(this (is) noise)
i hope to god i die in a fire
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Comfortable
02:45
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i don't know much about cigarettes that they're white and dangerous
grandma said to mind my sin, but i wrote her off as ancient
he was picking lifeboats from his mouth, he smelled like jack
i sit down next to aliens, speaking different languages
i hate drugs but i sure do like the feelings
that come with needles, reminds me how revealing
and personal my veins are, blue and virgin roads
draw you a map of my body, so you know how it goes
i tied your elbows to a string and tied it to my teeth
told you to pull and i ended up beneath
a road that grandma talked about, the kind that comes with sin
i just want to be myself in anybody's skin
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Ten Thousand
03:56
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ten thousand huskies all barking surrounded our cabin last spring
when the snow was ten feet all around
and moms casket was made out of oak and you told me you had forgotten the last words that she said to you
bicycle thieves were creeping around the cul de sac
and cigarette butts had all parents on edge
and the soft and dead leaves coating all of the furniture; god was staking his claim
and i belong to any who want me
marry me give me your best children
i am a thousand dead painters all wishing their wives
better luck than they had
stick your cross in the ice but not too near your feet
if you follow the birds best do it faithfully
ten thousand huskies all barking surrounded your haystack and carried you off to the sea
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Fingers
03:15
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when will you learn not to pick at the scabs
i'll polish your urn like a boy scout badge
for years i changed your sheets
you could do worse than me
why are you always making a scene
we were both angry we were both mean
sometimes i wonder if you want the scar
does it make you feel better to say that you're harmed?
i can't keep my hands off your face
i'll never heal
i can't keep my fingers away
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i write about important things, especially the unimportant things
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