Save for a vacant laugh.
I’m getting nothing from this conversation.

Need this for tonight so I can hate myself tomorrow morning.
The morphine that drips from your skin seeps into open abrasions.

Just like a water color.
I want a thick black line.
But I’ll keep filing down established borders.
Angel…slipping dress…my god, am I really capable of this.

I’ll be the mistake you keep making. You be a sparkling silhouette.
Keep reaching.

Well, that skeptic sold us a faltering omen, but we’re home this time.
A plagiarized emotion shoved the door open,
But we wont be going home this time. I’ll stitch my own wound and sketch a new face before I touch her skin.

I just need to be inside.
I need this fucking canvas to paint a picture.
A religious type of normalcy or something…
Never mind, turn off the lights now.

Well, that skeptic sold us a faltering omen, but we’re home this time.
A plagiarized emotion shoved the door open,
But we wont be going home this time. I’ll stitch my own wound and sketch a new face before I touch her skin.

The drug that keeps us normal, dripping down a hopeless IV.

Thank God that it is finally over.


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