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This flower is scorchedThis film is onOn a maddening loop.These clothes,These clothes dont fit us rightIm to blameIts all the sameIts all the sameYou come to me with a bone in your handYou come to me with your hair curled tightYou come to me with positionsYou come to me with excusesDucked out in a rowYou wear me outYou wear me outWeve been through fake-a-breakdownSelf hurtPlastics, collectionsSelf help, self pain,Est, psychics, fuck allI was centralI had controlI lost my headI need thisI need thisA paper weight, junk garageWinter rain, a honey potCrazy, all the lovers have been tagged.A hotline, a wanted adIts crazy what you couldve hadIts crazy what you couldve hadIts crazy what you couldve hadI need thisI need this
