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Don’t blame it on her,
she’s got to be
the only one
to put up with me.
Rubber band wrapped round the cash,
we desperately need.

Don’t make it worse,
don’t make it bleed.
Sick dog, needs love,
my everything.
I’ll need a hole to dig,
someday we’ll need to be…

Alone with nothin’ but the television,
maybe we’ll just bury ourselves with him.

Don’t blame it on love,
it’s got to be,
right where
the furnace used to be.
Feet go cold, turn up the heat,
when you’re down on me.

The world gets smaller
at the seams.
Don’t make it smaller
than it should be.
Drop a knife above a map,
run away with me…

Someplace where they don’t have no television,
a place where we haven’t grown tired of everyone yet
Play undercover, take turns being one anothers breath.

Don’t blame it on me,
I got the seed
but I don’t want it.
I need to eat
I need to feed
the beast
of me.

You talk of days
I don’t think I’ll see.
I anchored
my feet to the beach.
So when the big one comes
it’s taking me, taking me.

To hell with life and our televisions,
to hell with everyone who says we’re meant to stay in one place.

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