| Break this bread like you broke his body and raise a glass above your eye level.
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| Boast in the moments that leave a stable memory to scare away the remains of
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| the devil.
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| Let that alcohol burn out the demons in your mouth, spitting venom on lovers,
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| leaving them with doubt.
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| Just don’t choke on communion or those emotions. |
| Swallow down a staining memory
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| before it’s washed out.
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| My guilty conscience was a chaser for every broken rib, every shred of skin,
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| my selfish repentance, my need to feel clean just so I can copy and paste the
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| same burden.
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| Rinsing cuts with alcoholic remedies to bury the pharisees, chasing my apathy
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| with a need for attention.
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| A retention of amens to cover the blood drips and bloodshed of broken men
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| who put purpose to the regurgitated blood dripping from the mouth of me and my
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| emotions,
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| and that’s why that I can’t feel any of this.
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| If I didn’t die with you, I don’t think I’ve ever lived.
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| If I didn’t try to save you, it just shows my selfishness.
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| If I didn’t die with you, I don’t think I’ve ever lived.
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| If I didn’t try to save you, it just shows my selfishness.
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| Offer it to the serpents that listen to the end of this.
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| Always hide who you want to be until it’s gone, I can see that I don’t have
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| anything at all.
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| The naked cannot clothe the poor in spirit with oxygen
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| and the wine I tasted reminded me of the night she took advantage of my advances
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| rather than the blood sacrifice that I can make a better decision.
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| A guilty conscience is better than no consideration I guess
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| but the rest is placed in a test of time versus how much I care about my own
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| mess.
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| When I can’t see the beauty in her scars but only the body in her dress,
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| how is this love when the scars paved the way to the truth in all of this?
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| The comfort of existence removed my need to chase love and I conformed to
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| something fake
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| cause it’s easier than turning to above rather than trusting
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| that I can make up my own ending, something I can break.
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| I trusted your love and listened to every word that you said,
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| I had so many words to say but now they’re just stuck in my head.
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| I trusted your love and listened to every word that you said,
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| I had so many words to say but now they’re just stuck in my head.
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| I trusted your love and listened to every word that you said,
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| I had so many words to say but now they’re just stuck in my head.
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| I trusted your love and listened to every word that you said,
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| I had so many words to say but now they’re just stuck in my head.
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| Now this wine is a bitter sting rather than something sweet
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| and I have all I want but nothing that I need. |
| I have nothing. |
| Nothing.
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| I trusted your love and listened to every word that you said,
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| I had so many words to say but now they’re just stuck in my head. |