dear dear you should know
that i’ve become vain
or maybe i just
care for little things
i think that’s a change
dear dear you should know
each crease of my mind
how i hate to be clear
when all beauty is silent
this must be a change
now i can almost tell
how long you’ve kept me ill
but still the
hunger rises from the hunger
my bones are bending from
how sick you’ve kept me love
but still the
hunger rises from the hunger
dear dear you should know
that i’m trying to leave
my blood has dried black
and the wallpaper’s peeling
i think that’s a change
dear dear you should know
that i’m doing alright
treading water for days
in an ocean of night

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