'my love'
and you've had hard life
like one of the Jackson kids
your father pushed you too hard
and your mother was never there.
and with my days of killing
and my nights of being reborn
i know of the cold places
that kiss my hold-out-heart
and secrets that stay safe
and wishes that will only be so.
i'll cry to myself
and listen hard to freight trains passing
let's keep memories close
like dad holding the revolver to mom's head.
if the demons of yesreday
will count all my sins
then we know of no truth
except the payment of regret.
and all i have are my anythings
while you're never being or letting
and i'm so sick to this this be so unevolved.
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i'll make you flowers
made of twisted metal
and silent screams
send you whispers from beestings
and borken dreams
we cry the sad away
and laugh until the moon comes back
with peaceful hearts
we'll embrace the star light
the criminal desires of the feedback freedom
we raise our arms in wait
for a new day of purpose
and slow apologies
try to craddle the glass pieces
of tired nights and sad-send-offs
like gils with boy parts
or unreturned phone calls
and you kept on telling me,
"this looks so much easier in the movies."
