not content with where you stand,
so you just look at older pictures
of you and me and she and we
until you drop dead in your bedroom
say the same thing every time,
with same old words, a different rhyme
you want them back so get in line
hold your breath, pretend it never happened
keeping up with all my thoughts
won't make it better
and putting things inside my body
won't make me happy
but if I try, I know
I'll always laugh after I choke
and if I die, I will know
that I'll have said all I need before I go

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