you are wasting away on me,
i am just a picture, i am the child, i am the left behind kind
a different kind, not worth it kind, too kind
im talking a puzzle piece beneath our knees.
heart bending, the hurting kind.
everythings a murder scene.
im talking ok cause youre ok, with it all.
all bunched up like a wave break, wrinkled nose
the ocean is wrinkled wide enough for waste to push aside
just another girl in a red hat
it hangs, it's always hanging off to the side,
im talking piggy back ride past a park bench, speaking in code kind
Im talking numbers, im talking mirror imaged faces, straight lines and walls.
im talking walls too high for another side
im talking scared maybe. i am scared maybe. maybe i am scared.
you are killin it.
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