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can I be your let down
Can I be the reason we fall apart?
Will you let me fuck you up
with all my flaws and failings?
Clenched fists
that beg to connect
with soft underbelly
of all of you
Can I be your let down?
Because I'm so fucking tired
of trying to find breath
in these storm drain waters
Will you be my let down?
Because I'm not your lifeboat
but you're on my shoulders
pushing me under
and I scream into
our memory debris
choking on the history
in my lungs
Will you let me fuck you up?
Because you're not my lifeboat
but I'm pushing you under
as I scramble for air
and today I choose me
not you
to save from the nightmares
that linger like an oil slick
in your head
I scream
pull the trigger
you slip to the floor
hands over your head
like my voice is made of bullets
You rage against the silent walls
pull the trigger
and I'm on the floor
under the bed
trying to crowd our your voice
with my imaginary friends
With one bad day
we're terrified children again
pretending each other
is the enemy
and that love is a war
that can't be won
with loud voices
and slamming doors
but we're punching our fists
through each other's chests anyway
And you tell me I can never hurt you
but I've licked the tears from your face
and I'd be lying if I said breaking you
doesn't turn me on a little
Can I fuck you up?
Can I kiss it better?
Can you fuck me up?
Can you kiss it better?
Can I be your let down tonight
while the trauma still smarts
like a hand print against skin
Isn't it strange
how I only feel safe
when your hand is around my throat
Will you let me fuck you up
with all my flaws and failings?
Clenched fists
that beg to connect
with soft underbelly
of all of you
Can I be your let down?
Because I'm so fucking tired
of trying to find breath
in these storm drain waters
Will you be my let down?
Because I'm not your lifeboat
but you're on my shoulders
pushing me under
and I scream into
our memory debris
choking on the history
in my lungs
Will you let me fuck you up?
Because you're not my lifeboat
but I'm pushing you under
as I scramble for air
and today I choose me
not you
to save from the nightmares
that linger like an oil slick
in your head
I scream
pull the trigger
you slip to the floor
hands over your head
like my voice is made of bullets
You rage against the silent walls
pull the trigger
and I'm on the floor
under the bed
trying to crowd our your voice
with my imaginary friends
With one bad day
we're terrified children again
pretending each other
is the enemy
and that love is a war
that can't be won
with loud voices
and slamming doors
but we're punching our fists
through each other's chests anyway
And you tell me I can never hurt you
but I've licked the tears from your face
and I'd be lying if I said breaking you
doesn't turn me on a little
Can I fuck you up?
Can I kiss it better?
Can you fuck me up?
Can you kiss it better?
Can I be your let down tonight
while the trauma still smarts
like a hand print against skin
Isn't it strange
how I only feel safe
when your hand is around my throat
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