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I'm not bleeding
I've never been branded by a girl
There were no rusty nails
But everytime I think about breakfast, I just wanna

I'm not bleeding
This was just for re-entry.
I realize I had a marker like that in my room
But it would have been too late and entirely too easy

I don't think you stole all my stuff
I don't care what's in that pile behind you
My empty room feels closer now
Because it's all the more reason to

I don't care that you chopped off my ankle
Just because it got in the way
I don't mind, it never rendered
You can use my foot to run away

I'm not sleeping
It makes such a pretty picture
Everybody fell into a hole
In the sidewalk

The concrete panes dropped down
Split apart and tilted over
Rebuilt themselves organically
So you can't leave from the ground

I don't think you found my secret
It's hidden under this wood thing
I never knew what to call it
But I guess it's the better you don't know what it is

Would you believe that she's the same woman
Off of the wall, thirty years ago
If you stared her in the eyes
And tried to forget where it all went downhill in the last 25

Did you think she looked up back then
Because she knew you'd be six seven by now

Would you ever ask her
If she actually died
If you knew the answer
You can't make her cry
You have a way of
Keeping it glossy
And keep asking questions
You know she won't answer

I don't think you stole all my stuff
I don't care what's in that pile behind you
My empty room feels closer now
Because it's all the more reason to

But even though I don't think that way
I still need that poster back today
If you didn't take it
Then why can't you just give it back anonymously
I don't care that you have all my stuff
I don't care how smug is smug enough
Do you think If I was angry
You'd be here?