you game for swapping stories of defeat?
blue dames score blessings cutting boundaries
all to save you a seat
i never belonged
not even to me
i was a mistake, so they say
but i say
fuck your pity
i'm gonna take these late night chats
and smear my face in them
wrinkle my shirt a bit, stain dust on my skirt
get my feelings hurt
the torture
gnawing away at this cist
so fucking bloody it always insists
my thoughts all crazy in a studder, my eyelids in a gutter
my calloused head is gonna need a shoulder
while singing tiny dancer
looking for the answers
cause somewhere i lost her
always wearing her brand, 'the other'
she's still looking for her brother
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