into a bruise
If we're wise beyond our years
then we'll move away from here
cradle me in these arms
dulled charm
do not depend on
these cold palms
to be of use
to you
I'm not fooling anyone
and i wouldn't want to
I refuse
I refuse
i refuse
She moved last summer
despite your letters
I begin something
I'd rather forget
because it hurts
the fear turned my face
alabaster
She'd try to tell you
in notes
but she'd ball them up
in the pockets of her coat
it came without words
in the darken circles of her eyes
you're losing your head
you're losing you are head
are you using your head
you're losing your head
you're losing your head
are you using your head
if not
why lie
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