: taste becomes hunger :

Have to sign my report card; you'll find no surprises past an ocean of questions/the slide of the ball point

Waiting 20 long seconds and changing the station, arguing over barrel and who's riding shotgun

Whether talking of weather or false accusations, throw a brick through the window and read off the message again

Just a blank piece of paper, soaked with a thin scent tucked away in a pocket: the taste becomes hunger

Overdosing on pepto and shots of mylanta. Drinking straight from the bottle: avoiding the pesky middle man

Guess there's always another reason to lay here; washing dishes will never attach amputations again.

She's the lump in my throat I can't seem to swallow, caught inside perfect posture and eyes like cold water...

And I've decided to stay. So retarded the way I want... I've decided to go away.

You missed another spot, a circle or a dot. You tied it in a knot (she probably forgot).

I've decided to stay.



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