This sucks but whatever. I need to digitally archive stuff until my computer is fixed.
He shoots but he doesn't cry
the rosewater stings but it is still
the beat in my head won't wait no more
the heat in my head starts a war
I see all the honey flying out your mouth
It's sweet but it is sticky and it weighs me down
I'm no bug trapped in amber
not a coffee table paper weight
“If we could be still
wouldn't that be great?”
well I'd rather not stay
I'd rather not stagnate
But you're pondwater that won't move
you're a predator with nothing left to do
so you lick your teeth, growl at me
as if I'm some flesh left for the taking
I'm so sick of rolling around in your hay,
hey, hey, get out of my fucking way.
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