| The day I learned you tried to kill yourself again
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| my stomach shriveled up
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| like a dead fly left out in the sun
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| It hurt so much to realize that I have no say
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| that I could never save you. |
| But I guess it was always that way
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| and to think otherwise is selfishness
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| Like how when people die and
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| everyone makes it about themselves
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| Yeah, Pity me for all your pain
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| The pain I could never understand
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| despite my «I was the last person to talk to her"pleas
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| I could never shake you out of it
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| like so much rattling of your cage
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| when you just swallowed the key
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| And no finger of mine can reach back in your throat and take it out
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| It’s not enough, it never was
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| No words can make things alright again
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| No choir of angels, No golden rays
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| No one to see you through these dark alleyways
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| Maybe death’s like the ocean- and just like the ocean
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| we just return to the shifting tides
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| If I could only breathe you in
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| o try to keep you close
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| , You won’t ever know
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| you were all I could think about
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| when I was fucking
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| the last girl I slept with
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| This can’t be fixed through
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| long talks and late nights
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| I need to run away
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| and cut off the pieces
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| of you that can’t be
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| diluted through my
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| piss that’s laced with cheap
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| whiskey and lack of sleep |