Used to be an anchor
Now you’re just a weight
Used to catch the trains on time
Now they’re always running late
Spoke to the burning bed
Got caught up in the rush
Acted out on devil’s words
And just ended up crushed
Libidinous desire
Altar of fucking up
Hands and knees
Pain comes in threes
Born outside looking up
You disappeared into the trees
I drank from your broken cup
Don’t want to see you
Can’t wait to be you
Put an arrow through your ribs
Cause this is what we’re dealing with
Someone did bestow me
With visions born of being someone new
Smoke out of your lungs
Mischief in your eyes
The tongues in which you speak to me
Are always a surprise
Serpentine and delicate
Ribs stab through your skin
Searching for the magic words
So you can let me in
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