| It’s over you’re sober -pants around your ankles
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| You’re ship wrecked — You’ve gone mute
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| Nothing there to say
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| You’re naked and shaking like a 2 bit Judas
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| You fall down closefisted and end up in my way
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| You’re the people who just want me to notice
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| You’re the people I try so hard to ignore
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| You’re the coward who demands me to save him
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| You will smother — under covers- stapled to the mattress.
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| You traipse on your loved ones
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| Most who will disown you
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| You’ll search for a family, those you can destroy
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| Methodically sickened, by their inhibitions
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| But rather then fix it- you will just avoid
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| You’re the people who just want me to notice
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| You’re the people I try so hard to ignore
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| You’re the coward who demands me to save him
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| You will smother — under covers- stapled to the mattress.
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| You’re a person who I can’t help but notice —
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| Enjoys drowning into other’s self disdain
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| Void of person — No, I don’t think I know you
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| Please hunt others
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| Vultures hover
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| You’re stapled to your matters
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| Stapled to the mattress
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| Stapled to the mattress
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| Stapled to the mattress
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| Stapled to the mattress
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| Stapled to the mattress |