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the awful truth
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if i ran to your house,
overnight,
would you smile?
would you hear my knock,
and recognize me instantly,
you always could feel my hands over your eyes.
would you take me
and follow me to driving rain?
we could search for hours for a thunderstorm.
we could stand beneath the lightning bolts and chilling rain
I'd be happy,
happy in your arms.
I'm sick of waking screaming your name
I'm sick of these stains on my face
I'm sick of clawing at my eyes until I bleed
I'm sick of missing you
I'm going insane
if I learned to drive and stole a car and honked the horn,
would you trust me?
We could cruise the streets of D.C.
after dark
you always did know what to say to make me laugh.
well if you learned to smoke and fight like me
would it please me?
I don't know.
I think no matter the outcome
some nights you'd find me
outside in the snow.
I'm sick of waking, screaming your name
I'm sick of living in this place
I'm sick of day in day out all bullshit
i'm sick of missing you.
I'm a fucking disgrace.
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