there is one reason i am alive this evening.
you could liken it to a clock ticking.
you could say it, no one was listening.
it comes down to indifference-
but fuck it,
my knives are dull
and my prescriptions empty.
the pain is all back pain.
the brain is pleased with
thinking
thinking
thinking
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Well the pills I got they ask me, lets go out for a while
And the knives up in the kitchen are all too dull to smile
Yeah and the sun it tries to warn me
Boy those wings are made of wax
While the things I do to kill me
They just tell me to relax
But oh Cinderella
All dressed up in all your boots and all your charms
I'm not the fellow
To protect you or to keep you from all your harm
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