stands the chance of opposition
and uh being created of thin air
but when darkness shrieks down the hallway at ya
and calls you a living punk well
you better believe I noted the sideways mark on your face
before YOU ran away screaming
they say scents trigger memories like nothing else
oh the tiny rooms full of cat shit
and rotten food and rotted souls
and claiming desperate waterfalls
and banging holds and calls
let's wander the street alone shall we?
an approximate pun is to look at a gun in your face saying get h*rny
I had to think of someone else
I had to imagine waterfalls and grievances that forgot their own name and revived a pretty nature's lame to tying up.
reversed I was used and dried up and love is a curse and not real, what was right f*cking there was not real you say, but good enough to be wasted along with my mind
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