swiftly they called it swinging
motion sickness acquired laying in a graveyard
the lay of the land cuts off right before you
so you called him the reason
well I will call him the reason, why you will never be happy
moving through molasses, survival tactics, breathe in and forget
becoming rich in the time now among you
becoming rich in the time now ending you
oh I don't care technically how to spell it out
oh I don't know well enough the way you move
and I could never smell you enough from across the room
the book's binding kept
the pages of romance together forcibly
but the pages screamed "oh how can you sleep? oh how can you breathe?"
there is no taste quite like you
there is not time wasted on you
marvel on the keyword
next to you lays a son of a bitch who doesn't
give a fuck anymore
because you don't give a fuck anymore
now is time to swear in tears,
move squirrel before I run you over
move slut before I mow you down
there is nothing left for me
there is nothing left
there is nothing
there is only you
forgive the vile in the marquee
but how else am I supposed to put her out?
who better than the stench that violates the air?
better you than me
and I will take her with me to the pawn shop tonight
so I can fucking go home empty handed
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