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Wrecked
04:01
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I dated a boy once named ———
I mean it was all in my head but it wasn’t that bad
He picked at my heart
Like a worrisome habit
made my own day dream
So hard to manage
I got obsessed
I got wrecked
by a light in the mist
It was all in my head
(Oooh it was all in my head)
my body a fortress of stone
Ten million bricks and rumor and I’m all alone
ran outside the walls
Thinking maybe they’ll fall down
If I’m not at home
I got obsessed
I got wrecked
By a light in the mist
It was all in my head
Oooh it was all in my head
But I close my eyes
Wake up again
In the same cold bed
he doesn’t care if we’re just friends
And I’m never outside
It’s all pretend
I got obsessed
I got wrecked
By a light in the mist
It was all in my head
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Hurting
04:02
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I call you from the lobby
The trial’s going okay
The coffee here is warm at least
I miss you a lot today
I say okay but I’m guilty
Just decision from the bench
I flew up and out of my body
I’m a sinner and a wrench
Don’t look at the evidence bags
They’re just pages from my diary
Stained with blood from papercuts
And ink from my crying
I didn’t have to be so extra
Be the judge and the jury
But at least now I know
Why I’m hurting you
The cross Examination
Hasn’t stopped here for 3 days
I woke up at 3 am
Just to eat something to stay awake
I say I woke up but I was woken
By justice dropping off her scales
She wanted me to find balance
Judgement and avail
And if the court will reconsider
The text on page 16
From the green and black book
And the scribbles on the binding
It says “I feel like a monster”
“Like I don’t know my own skin”
“Why do I do the things I do
When I’m in private”
“I can’t tell if I’m extra toxic
Or if I’m just a human being”
I didn’t have to be so extra
Be the judge and the jury
But at least now I know
Why I’m hurting you
The judgments tainted
The seal is broken
My lungs are aching
Give me a moment
I’ve just been waiting
For the axe to fall
For the shoe to drop
For the next to come
Hopefully not a lot
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Killer
04:01
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I forgot to water you
And you turned inside out
And suddenly I was a killer
I forgot to open the window
And you choked to death
And suddenly my vision filled
With red red red red red
Because I was SO careful
and then the shit hit the fan
my FOCUS shifted
I was So careful
With what I did with my hands
And I can’t resist
I forgot to tuck you in
You dreams ate you up
And suddenly I was a serial killer
I killed you more than once
I forgot to give you your vitamins
And your bones gave out
slowly you’re dying
I never knew the right amount
But still I was so careful
And the shit hit the fan
My focus shifted
I was so careful
With what I did with my hands
I can’t resist
I apologized on pages
That sit in my mom’s house
I apologized for ages
In whispers behind my couch
I coughed up my liver
And gave it right back to you
In a ritual I don’t understand
Killers gotta do what killers gotta do
I’m sorry.
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