Do you look back to see if I follow,
Check the shadows for where I may be lurking.
I hang on like the the impressions of a dream already forgotten
Its the panic attack in a bottle
just shake it up and see what comes out.
The bend, bend, bend,
lets see if you break,
the tight stretched skin never fit well
it was someone else’s all along.
The reflection that lets you know you could do so much better
No more tiptoeing around the edge
either you take the plunge
or you walk away.
All it took was flowers to rip the bandage free
forcing everyones cads to the table.
I chose the cold knife in the chest over the quite suffocation,
I hate binary choices;
they say one door close but another opens,
what if those words are only the peanuts we feed ourselves as we spend our lives living beneath the boardwalk.
gave the baby to the wrong mother and he was split in two.
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