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Now here is the time to complain
when you've been lovingly passed a bowl of soup
when the bright light shines in your face
when the plastic meets plastic
see here is the time to complain
when the blood meets blood
see here is the time to complain
i'm afraid of foreign objects getting into my head
i'm afraid of the wild things they need to say
breathe in breathe out
when blood meets blood
it means a star exploded like 20 years ago.
and the radiation is still in the tv screen
something made plastic
and something made you and me
as much as you can say the pull of the ocean's tide
made the sand
by the sea
here is the time
now is the matter
remove your bones and your blood and your head and your bladder
remove the itchy feeling on your skin
the brown stuff in the sink
scratch at the mark the artist made
scab and get to the fresh ink
breathe in breathe out
now's the time
to watch hannibal :)
i feel my skull falling off my neck
it falls and sways in the air
the way your stomach feels on a high dive
you know you're about to fall
how's the way i'm talking now?
love and love again
sweet through the night
meet someone new
try something fun
watch hannibal :)
now is the time to complain
can't i just be happy?
pushcomestoshove
and i'll do it anyway
i'll be happy and the only thing that could stop me
from being happy is the way the sun sways
in the sky
the way it's just about to
fall
twice twice twice i've chickened out of
saying how hungry i actually am
three times i've run from living
how can you be afraid of living?
hold my hand
touch my arm
leash up
i feel pulled toward the fall like a dog to the house
with grace i accept
and watch hannibal :)
sometimes i make art about burning alive
i wonder why
hell must be cold
because this is heaven on
earth
i cannot even tell when i'm being honest with myself.
i don't know how long it will take to explain this
i
alright it began 17 years ago
the day is bright and hot
something terrible happened
something started to rot
the hand came to the window
and its brambles scratched and scratched
and something grew aflame
and the flame could not be matched
once 17 years ago
a war had all broke out
the people then were filled with fear
and hate and love and doubt
so what.
so what?
some things happen and suddenly people listen better because
theyre concerned for their lives and they need to see
if what happened to you could happen to me
there's this thinly veiled insecurity that i have where
the longer you stare
the better it gets
if you kissed me you would honestly rip me inside out
just for now
wear something over all that
wear somethin over the tongue and cheek
i just wanna feel an indentation of you
when you've been lovingly passed a bowl of soup
when the bright light shines in your face
when the plastic meets plastic
see here is the time to complain
when the blood meets blood
see here is the time to complain
i'm afraid of foreign objects getting into my head
i'm afraid of the wild things they need to say
breathe in breathe out
when blood meets blood
it means a star exploded like 20 years ago.
and the radiation is still in the tv screen
something made plastic
and something made you and me
as much as you can say the pull of the ocean's tide
made the sand
by the sea
here is the time
now is the matter
remove your bones and your blood and your head and your bladder
remove the itchy feeling on your skin
the brown stuff in the sink
scratch at the mark the artist made
scab and get to the fresh ink
breathe in breathe out
now's the time
to watch hannibal :)
i feel my skull falling off my neck
it falls and sways in the air
the way your stomach feels on a high dive
you know you're about to fall
how's the way i'm talking now?
love and love again
sweet through the night
meet someone new
try something fun
watch hannibal :)
now is the time to complain
can't i just be happy?
pushcomestoshove
and i'll do it anyway
i'll be happy and the only thing that could stop me
from being happy is the way the sun sways
in the sky
the way it's just about to
fall
twice twice twice i've chickened out of
saying how hungry i actually am
three times i've run from living
how can you be afraid of living?
hold my hand
touch my arm
leash up
i feel pulled toward the fall like a dog to the house
with grace i accept
and watch hannibal :)
sometimes i make art about burning alive
i wonder why
hell must be cold
because this is heaven on
earth
i cannot even tell when i'm being honest with myself.
i don't know how long it will take to explain this
i
alright it began 17 years ago
the day is bright and hot
something terrible happened
something started to rot
the hand came to the window
and its brambles scratched and scratched
and something grew aflame
and the flame could not be matched
once 17 years ago
a war had all broke out
the people then were filled with fear
and hate and love and doubt
so what.
so what?
some things happen and suddenly people listen better because
theyre concerned for their lives and they need to see
if what happened to you could happen to me
there's this thinly veiled insecurity that i have where
the longer you stare
the better it gets
if you kissed me you would honestly rip me inside out
just for now
wear something over all that
wear somethin over the tongue and cheek
i just wanna feel an indentation of you
Published 22nd Aug 2023
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