I pretend these lights are on for free
I clean up for rewards
I share the parts of myself that taste good
And hide the rot
I nibble on alone in times like these
I want you to bury me
To make you live to say
And every inch is one more flaming lung
My laugh, fall, or the road
Sleep is the best drug
I saw my Moon
That and wishing she was on Mars
Anything but saying she wished she was
Dead
I remember wonder what was the
Difference to people left around
Messes not picked up
Infections let to green
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