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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 me out but kept me spinning,
this world I lived in was yours and I make and pretended,
acted so fucking passive in it like i you but actually didn't,
the gets different when your liven it and actin indifferent,
and you missing i give a shit instead of counting away minutes
pinning stories on the different women and it before it ended,
ain't that tragic when a person doesn't that magic,
a trapeze act of sadness trying to old habits,
the has beens to amplify what happened
so you put on that old mask again and the accident

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