You got my heart leashed with muscles and tendons
squeezing it in your palm
til it's nothing
but a bloody mess in your hands
It got bloody and blurry at my feet
Milk it til it bleeds
like the main course at dinner
raw and ready to jump off the plate
Drunk and stupid

You join the fairweather friends
wallowing in the mire
Fleeing in a frenzy when firey frosted flakes start falling from
the sky on fire
taste like like
racing down to cry a fifth of hot tears
Can't believe all these years
never fell so deep as I am now
Next time I won't bother coming around

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