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your veins are too tight and your eyeballs disappear into the back of your fucking skull;
you've got too much time on your tongue, your bloods black, your ankles don't rhyme,
and your hearts two seashell necklaces away from touristy.
You put too much basil in your soup and not enough soup on your spoon,
you've got stitches missing at every wound and half of your back bones are in your golf bag,
you bring shit home just to throw it away,
you move from city to fuckin' city just to feel like a stranger,
and you've got missing teeth which you don't miss cause you sort of enjoy thounding like thith.
your toes all curl up, you don't gamble, you don't drink,
but you're always in the gutter or passing out in the street.
you're always cussing in whispers, i've only ever seen you run in your slippers,
dogs are afraid that you'll bite 'em, cats are allergic to you,
there'll be a guinea pig crying at your funeral who'll think its his fault.
more than likely your epitaph will be in sign language,
deaf people wont even bother to translate and everyone else will just forget,
i'll tell your grandkids that you only kept empty pens at your desk and you were beautiful in pig tails.
I get cold like an unfamiliar doctor, im hard of hearing but i don't mind leaning in,
I got plenty of time, I got a broken wrist-watch, i'll think it over, when its over,
you've got x-ray vision and im a watched tea pot. |
-deven pitcher OhDeven.com--- |
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