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The world is orange and grey today. Maybe it's a sign that I should stay inside and not waste my time. I'm always wasting my time. I'm gonna lose my mind trying to find some stability and community when you never have time for me.
I meant to text you, but I was too busy self medicating in my bed all by myself.
So can you blame me? I don't know how to shake the feeling of rejection. I'm so dejected so I don't try. Things always work out better in my mind than this horror show of a reality where I'm double tapping on an IG feed hoping that you will talk to me.
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What do I do without you? Lonely heart broken in two.
You said you'd rip your hair out if you had to hear that song again, but is it the song or just the way it makes you feel that you're trying to avoid, or is it me?
I caught you lurking vulture circling round, cuz you smelled death on me. I caught you knocking, reaper hanging around, cuz you smelled death on me. I caught you worried so you linger around cuz you smell death on me, yeah you see right through me.
(Nate from Fragile State) :I am afraid to make the same mistakes. I know I'm not as reckless or as much of a wretch. Now and again I think we're not that different, I can see the appeal in leaving everything. I guess I'll wait and see.
I caught you lurking vulture circling round, cuz you smelled death on me. I caught you knocking, reaper hanging around, cuz you smelled death on me. I caught you worried so you linger around cuz you smell death on me, yeah you see right through me.
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Well dying alone's a lot lonelier than I ever imagined in my head, but I'm not that good at imagining anything but me being dead. "Who'd ever wanna deal with that?" then like a wish you waltzed on in. It feels just like heaven but we're standing in a stranger's kitchen.
You make me whole again.
The condensation on the window starts to dissipate. I'm looking past it to inspect the lonely lights outside in all that open space. The record crackles and the door pops open. The punks are outside buying cigs. The band you like's about to start. I look at you, you look like art. You clutch a crushed in can and take a swig.
You make me whole again.
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