rehydrate my innards
and we'll spill them on the hardwood
wake me up to sweep my sorrows with a broom
crush my bones to powder
just pretend I'm singing louder
and you'll hear me muffled
restless in my tomb
your sympathy's a loaded gun
I'll throw myself off 181
to test out broken theories that you said
how time is fake and won't suffice
we'll find a common antichrist
in the fabric covered
crying
cluttered
dirty laundry demons in my head
rip up all the cables
least my crooked smile is stable
just enough to hold my tongue behind my teeth
grip around my collar
whore my heart out for a dollar
rip it up
until there's nothing left to grieve
chained to jamey in my room
I can't make room for u to stay
sober up by afternoon
forgive you in a QUIET WAY
I left my wits at "solemn sights"
I'll search for love on sleepless nights
boredom lets our story end
so write that poem and fuck your friends
*Was just a fan when I wrote this: The most depressing songs are the most uplifting and vice versa. Rex's voice is warm and serves as much an instrument as any in this chaotic masterpiece. Matt Falkowski
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