My pride hangs in a locket
Its chain around my neck
But lately its been swelling
Out of the cracks and the keyhole
Please, get it back at bay
I’ll try to swallow it whole
I feel your stares more than ever
And I pray that you go blind
Put that in your morning coffee cup,
Add sugar as see you fit,
Try and keep my tongue,
Keep it bit,
Next time.
My sense has loud opinions.
Usually I’m a lot more nice.
But lately around you it’s been quiet.
I write in ink with my words like knives.
Carving up what you just layed out
I don’t care what I let lie
I feel your stares more than ever
And I pray that you go blind
Put that in your morning coffee cup,
Add sugar as see you fit,
Try and keep my tongue,
Keep it bit,
Next time.
You see, I’ve been eating matches
That’s why, I keep choking,
On the smoke in here,
Eyes teared up,
And I feel bigger than normal,
Everyone looks small from up here.
I feel your stares more than ever
And I pray that you go blind
Put that in your morning coffee cup,
Add sugar as see you fit,
Try and keep my tongue,
Keep it bit,
Next time.
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