there's blood caked on the shoebox
letters inside spill out
words that start with a 13 year old heart
that a string of mishaps ripped apart
there's blood on crossed out mixtapes
old songs whose meanings are
crashing on the floor
swallowing space like never before
this is like an after school special
that skips like cat-scratched vinyl
just as the dilemma threatens to die
these years have frozen it alive
there's blood stacked in my folks' garage
letters folded like stars are sacred documents
tributes to lost innocence
there's blood on the backs of pictures
whose mouths have been glued shut
whose eyes have lost their shine
i dedicate this tear to the hand of time
our kisses slipped through your fingers
chalk outlines of lead singers
even as i flee from the scene of the crime
these years have frozen it alive
there's blood caked on the shoebox
letters inside spill out
words that start with a 13 year old heart
that a string of mishaps ripped apart
this is like an after school special
that skips like cat scratched vinyl
just as the dilemma threatens to die
these years have frozen it alive

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