That's a frosty way to speak, 
To tell me how to live next to your potpourri 
All this talking pulls my teeth. 
I believed in you, so you believed in 

 [bad word]  
Me, I cried out "God" 
You dared me in the dark 
I felt a hush fall quietly from my spark 
so now I hide in piles of princely orange peels 
It feels the way you told me how it'd always feel.. 

Once I had an name to call you. 
It scraped along the walls like an orthodox saint. 
I wish for the same old things that turn me inside out. 
Hearing is a strain, it's a game! 

 [bad word]  

Never have I ever been 
Clutching at your hair to cure you of some sin, 
But that's the kind of state I'm in: 
Swimming in a pool of godly medicine. 

 [bad word] [bad word] " I hear it calling me, yelling, 
Like if ever there was someone who could make things heavy again. 
Feel alive! 

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