it's 3pm and i can't breathe
woke up with skin between my teeth
i don't know
torn clothes jigsaw across the drawers
like bones from times when i was yours
i don't know
turn off all the lights to see my old halo
oh, those rays were bright but now so far gone
sure, my face might frighten you, it's ok though
that's what my love is like without makeup on
spilt cups roll into a toast
to bedsores, shame, and bloody throats?
i don't know
one more short day spent thrashing in
heaven's bedpan, will i swim?
i don't know
i'm such a rare special exception
cause my bald wound has useful lessons
oh, i hardly think of you

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