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Static SoundI met a lady with a paper
she told me not to be sad
then taught me how.
She lay down in her bed,
500 shades of gray,
her hair, broken with sweat
her flesh, chipping with stains,
I apprehended her lips
crackling into my nighttime:
"It is a marriage of the bodies
not the minds.
It is mine as much as it is theirs.
It is mine as much as it is theirs."
SpikeDon't breathe or you'll catch my disease
There are definitions of dinner times and precious crimes
dead behind closed doors.
And lying in my bed, I haven't been able to
slip out of my weekday skin.
Feeling quite uncomfortable I noticed all the bloodstains
littering my sheets, and my tears
formed tiny worlds upon them.
All the calmness, all the pain
I'm blistered, but I am not bleeding.
I know that when I grow up they're going to
make a t.v. special about me
and I'll sit there, in those leathered chairs
and tell Mrs. Perfect that it was all so worth it--
with a tear in my eye I'll say
that it was all so silly, all so silly
And when she asks my why
I cried today, I'll
look at her and say
because I saw my therapist today.
Because I saw my therapist today.
When you die, you still exist as a hole
in the lives of your friends
and your family.
Me, I'll just disappear
and then sitting there, with all those holes,
I'll know that I'm different from all of
those complete folks,
who walk and talk
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