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i’d give anything to go back to october
i’d tell myself to run out of the hospital
you are not sick, you’re electric, you can’t stay here
he is running out of bottles to drown himself in
i’d give anything to go right to november
i’d run out of this deathly place into his arms
you are not sick, you’re electric, you can’t stay here
he is running out of tops to spin
i’d give anything to be in another body
one that i can trust and won’t bleed
you are not sick, you’re electric, you’re a liar
alone in your room on a friday night
i’d give anything to be on another planet
one that i can actually breathe in the air
you are not sick, you’re electric, you’re a liar
not alone in his room on a friday night
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good joke!
02:30
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when i was seventeen i wanted to die
when i am seventy i’ll want to stay alive
the first punch is the joke and the second is the punchline
like when your brother’s hit your stomach every time you lied
i am laughing at this whole mess
watching you get up and get dressed
i am staring at the ceiling from your bed
waiting for the sun to swallow up all the things i said
when i was eighteen i began my new life
when i am eighty i’ll finally know if i’m alright
the first fall is in love and the second is out of time
like when your brother’s voice told you that you’d be fine
i am laughing at this whole mess
waiting for you to come back from the dead
i am staring at the floor from my bed
waiting for the moon to repeat all of the things i’ve said
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my hands r everywhere
02:25
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i’ve got my hand inside my skeleton
trying to make myself into a puppet
so someone else can live my life
and i can rot away from the inside
i’ve got my hand inside your sleeve
i promised you that i wouldn’t bleed
i told my mom that i wouldn’t jump
i told my dad that i’m not a fuck up
i’ve got my hand inside my skin
how long has it really been?
are my bones tired or is that just me?
i tried to push you away so i could leave
i’ve got my hand inside my skeleton
trying to make myself into a puppet
so someone else can live my life
and i can rot away from the inside
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