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Cage <3 I found my mind in ConnecticutCategory: (general)
Saturday, 15 June 2013
06:44:55 PM (GMT)
I’m not afraid to fail, got time but I hate the smell
 Let’s stop to sniff the rose’s thorn, send me straight to hell
 Been on this raft for weeks, no sign of help or a beach
 I lose sight of the bigger part
 And I’m really laying on the airbed at Sean Martin’s
 Bleeding and starving, looking for a niche, nothing to carve in
 Except my left arm which is already scarred
 And I’m not them or a mirror, I’m the dog shit in the garden
 Haters are so dumb and plus they don’t got to front for us
 Especially me, about to jump in front of a bus
 I bought a plot but I won’t tell you where I’m buried
 Leave your debit card over my eyes so I can pay for the ferry
Every morning I just lay in bed cause I don’t wanna wake up
 Pick my stupid face up, give my shit away
 You’ll take it from me anyway even if I go away
 I will never go away
[Verse 2]
My skin is changing, I’m becoming what’s inside of me
 You guys should start a band that’s called The Four Girls That Lied To Me
 You want me in looser jeans, more opinions, less assholes
 Why you looking at my legs? That line’s from Wes Eisold
 Goes from good to bad, from bad to fucking worse
 She said she wouldn’t judge me then a gavel fell from her purse
 My brain left me in PA, departed CC
 Then begged me take it back crying in a bar in CT
 Life is so strange, so is God with games
 The one wrapped tightly around me like a dog with mange
 Kick me in the stomach, I shit myself in the damn street
 Left for dead, wanna be knocked out like that but can’t sleep
[Chorus x 2]
[Verse 3]
I lay and lurk with kooks, pain hurts but suits
 What if Ian Curtis were to climb down from the noose
 That’s what I thought that dangled from my neck in amazement
 Struggled, undo hanging myself in my own basement
 Sometimes I think I should be more private, keep it secret
 But the open book of my life, is it really worth reading?
 Cover to cover, there’s something pointing towards leaving
 Don’t give a fuck what you think, when you finish I’m not breathing
 You think the world of a girl and she becomes your world
 And then you lose your grip regardless of what you curl
 You clean yourself up you get laid more, great work, Columbo
 Truth is she just fucked me cause my bro is D. Palumbo

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