Sore
Flying Squid
I am flesh
I am blood
Would I not
I would break and bleed just like you
Crashing still
Let it fill
In the room
He would breathe that silence into me
You look just like your father
I know
We’re both in the same place
High tails and shitty lovers
Get out
Before you get too old
Cheer on the winners
And shit on the losers
What have I
Got to prove
No costume
Makes you feel not like who you are
Ripping up
Tennessee
In my cut
I see pain and pleasure all the same
I said I’d drink the poison
I have
Nothing left to give
Cheer on the winners
And shit on the losers
WHEN YOU FALL BACKWARDS
YOU’LL FALL TO
THE BOTTOM
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