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Every Window in Alcatraz Has a View of San Francisco (II)

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Emo

1 453 Shazams

Texty

Now the wind can tear me, to shreds And my bones turn to dust Why should I keep standing? If I don't even have a spine and my bones turn to - Well I suppose that this is how it goes Honey, you should know that I don't let these things go And to keep me here is to kill off your air And your lungs will be mine as our tracheae entwine Thought you knew sometime ago, that this never was a joke I tend to lack vision even amongst the stars Why can't someone look in my eyes without tearing them apart? Slow regressions from now to then Slow progressions from if to when I am both terrified of everything I am and everything I will never be I'll stay up 'til sunlight screams for me to go to fucking sleep I guess you suit me well, you suit me well, you suit me well My condolences for never forgetting your name It's stitched in my brain so that I'll always feel the pain Cascades of puke and blood, fell down the drain Wax and wane, relax and blink Along with past daydreams Of the sun's embrace wax and wane, relax and - Found naive to a certain extent and I will never know why I'm sick of clean skin and painless touches Why can't I just get what I deserve? And to keep me here is to kill off your air And your lungs will be mine as our tracheae entwine (entwine) Why can't someone look in my eyes without tearing them apart? Slow regressions from now to then Slow progressions from if to when I am both terrified of everything I am and everything I will never be I'll stay up 'til sunlight screams for me to go to fucking sleep I guess you suit me well, you suit me well, you suit me well My condolences for never forgetting your name It's stitched in my brain so that I'll always feel the pain I'd slit my throat with a smile on my face if it Meant I could ever get out, out At 2 a.m. (and to feel them in my flesh was) I woke up drenched in sweat (a cutting awareness I wish I never had learned) To feel the moths taking up the air (if only I could leave here) (If only I could leave here) it must be nice not to know exactly How it feels to get raped from the inside out And I might as well just cry And I'll cry, I cry, I cry on your chest
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