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ttr: the fucking coffee table book is wasting space i could use for clutter

if i were falling apart would you still want me? if my mess smelled of sour milk would you still not? there's something about these shiny things. they catch my eye, but i'm not compelled. so i never thought to think about whether or not i wanted them. but lately they've been showing themselves among nasty things in the kitchen sink and i can barely make out what i think is my reflection in them.

if it's around long enough will you love it if it's gone will you know that you do if it's taken by someone will you break them or is it just something you haven't gotten around to trashing yet?

i've been staring a few moments longer than usual, but that's normally usual until lately. but i know how to turn it off, everything electric. i know how to flip a switch, until it breaks but i'll break the casing like my heart has been broken and i won't mind cause it's good to be home fixing things. all the dirty things. making them shine again.

if it's gone long enough will you love it if it's not will you know that you do if it's taken by someone will you thank them. or is it just something you put away to remember what love is not supposed to be like.

it's good to be home making these dirty things shine real clean, with alligator tears, a spotless sink and the trash bin by the road

things to remember: nothing is empty

whatever lies beneath is ugly on the cover of a magazine but i'm not a cardboard cut out baby and you're not some superb origami

my lungs are usually filled with smoke

unless i'm sleeping in a smoke-free home

we suck face with the faces we see all too often but what's down our throats makes us choke, makes us cough like something we should be ashamed about

my bare body usually filled with you

unless i'm wasted in a spotless room

so yeah i'll be the one who goes into a coma from the piano above so yeah i'll be the one who makes you feel safer when im around

cause if luck exists the bad one hunts me down for survival

eat me up eat me up eat me up i'll kick real hard

eat me up eat me up, try to eat me up

you should brace your face for something coming at you really hard

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