cigarette in the shower

skin only feels good when it isn't your own
and in a way-she was me..
i think i was the first to crush it

lay low... pretend it's your fault.
then i can be happy

the air's too fuzzy.. too hard not to concentrate on the beating of your heart
from the carpet
too soon to recognize..
she's probably mostly me

you love me and dream of my suicide
("make it go away!")
i will soon-i'll make it stop

dream of me always
behind my silken eyelashes i sleep
alone for all eternity
but you..
are smiling.

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