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another blind nervous system

‍Home is just a place for you to place your head
hands open full of lies
you're a vague magician
coloured in plausible deniability

I'm happier when you're not here
memories of your blood still linger on my doorstep
white walls and wood panelling
dirty cops and empty court houses
'cause you're only innocent when no one's watching

Years pass and you still
hold yourself like an anorectic fanatic
and I can't be sure your veins are drug-free
when your hands are passing packages blind
into the abyss of everything we don't know

Home is just a place for you to place your head
hands open full of lies
you're a vague magician
coloured in plausible deniability

And I would give almost anything
to know all the things I don't know
behind all your lies

© Indie Adams 2019
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
Published
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