| The taste of blood has brought me back here to this pattern
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| Familiar pieces of a friendship lay here scattered
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| I draw a knife across my face just to get your attention
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| And god I hate how you remind me that I’m human
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| You’re my wing clipper
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| I’m you’re confidant
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| Maybe if I act sad enough you’ll come back to me
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| Maybe if I stab deep enough you’ll crawl inside of me
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| And I hate the cold eclipse from your back turned
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| And I hate you snuffed me out for a new lantern
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| And I hate that you can still danc around me
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| And what I hate most is that I still need this from you
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| You’re my wing clippr
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| I’m just your little confidant
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| Maybe if I feel sad enough you’ll come back to me
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| Oh I need to be you’re most everything |