I tread on broken glass
where your ghost has become the past.
Gleaming in the sunset machines
will she call on a tuesday
or will I have to wait
for half the response that I want
in silence.
Well you can fly
so fly away
to all of those mystics today.
I only cower alone.
No one likes their broken telephone.
When poor god starts crying
we all rush out to go buying
in a battlefield
we all like to call home.
I sold myself my agitation as the purest elation
why can’t everyone feel as shitty as me.
I sold myself myself my anxiety inside a cryptic key
is it true that everyone’s as stupid as they seem?
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