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White sheets
Choking down another fifth
I sit-still getting dizzy
Fuck another long talk
Such a moonlit hollow screen
How can you walk to New York?
Coming for South Carolina …
Twelve years gone, still you come home
Rest your head of tears
As a needle inflects aphelia
See god in the face of heroin
I hope your deathbed was comfortable
Mom left you that note
A magnet still holds it to the fridge
This is not what you had planned
I’ll tell your two kids, you gave a shit
And you laughed at bad jokes
But you had it hard…
Still I can’t forgive you
… it says she loves you
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And I sat watching a flower
As it was withering
I was embarrassed by its honesty
So I'd prefer to be remembered as a smiling face
Not this fucking wreck
That's taken its place
get some balls biatch or else
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