Epilogue Lyrics

Trapped in a raven colored August summer evening,
exchange the first kiss, gums are blistered, young and
teething, needing stratuses that left you crushed and
grieving to be French inhaled, we'd cuddle on the
couch and intertwine our kitten tails, pail like cicada
shells, stuck to elm trunks puncturing my eyes that
swelled shut from the way you smelled, blowing my nose
with images of him, the life lines from his hands
imprinted in your skin, and I was calmly interwoven in
your silky spiderweb holding a bottle of emotions,
choking, magnolia's growing from my open gashes, pin
the pieces of my heart to my sleeve, broke to
fragments, the broken glass was swept away by the ocean
splash, we wrote and passed each other suicide notes in
class, such a deafening pulse, the sound, of you, with
him, cause it's the silence Beethoven heard from his
own keys, the sound I never hear within the beauty that
disowned me, and left me searching for a couch to sleep
on, spitting at the mirrors embarrassed face, you hum
the sound of each song, and that's the silence
Beethoven only heard, the beauty of a child needing to
be self assured, the rudest way to smile in the company
of fate, this bitch is too afraid to show her face, she won't talk to me in secret, but how she talks to me in
sequence describes how the foxes spent the eclipse, she
told me her autonomy's a defense, astonishingly
frequencies were properly distinguished from my
convoluted weakness, until I started vomiting so sea
sick, asphyxiated by the leash I walk with her in deep
shit, I hum the moon like Sonata and she'll cheat
quick, I guess it's never safe to guard your garden
with a cheap fence, but don't you understand the things
I would'a done for you, I followed that sound and got
flipped upside down, it's like the mind's distorted,
I'm keeping my direction during seasonal depression
like a knight in shining torment, so understand the
things I would'a done for you, I followed that sound
and got beat into the ground, I'm a love sick idiot,
infected, itching to breathe, you're a genius with your
clit on your sleeve, before you filled my spur wounds
with your sex poison, before you turned me to an ex-
boyfriend, when you could still un-stitch my skin with
that stare, I prolly would'a cared, but I don't God
dammit, but I hear you're so happy now, I hear you're
so happy now with him, I hear you're so happy now
friend, this old heart will never love again

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