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Monday drinking my water Tuesday passing my stone Stringing your reposts with red strings across my wall Monday I’m an angel Tuesday I’m a bitch who runs her mouth As they double the colony of the same bacterial truth Watching them protect their sweet baby angel he can be rather unkind when he doesn’t get his way arguing with me like he’s my boyfriend As I hang from the lips of a boy with pretty eyes

submerged in the supercut of us showed back up to say hello like we aren't romeo and juliet cuts of you making me laugh when no one else could I thought I was free from making love with our oculi but you came back like backwash in my cup of coffee

song plays on the tape and I want to tie a noose running away blowing smoke shoes untied like how they were when we first met before we were forbidden notes on the page maybe why I never kissed you goodbye