I got electrocuted AND I got to pet horses! Win-win!

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Behold, I have crawled forth from my man cave to yield up an angsty, fucked up song! Put these lyrics into your brain at own risk.

If I seem fine, well, I must be The door was open, sure, you had a key
It’s a weakness, I know, but I won’t show you my underbelly

I know if I don’t cry, I don’t feel it like you
And I know if I’ve lied, then none of it’s true

It’s a shallow wound, so you can lick it yourself

You’re quite right, of course
I’m the beating, you’re a long dead horse
I’m on hands and knees, but words like please, not my vocabulary

I know if I don’t cry, I don’t feel it like you
And I know if I’ve lied, then none of it’s true

It’s a shallow grave, so you can dig it yourself

And if my sweet teeth taste like aspartame
So if my shaking hands can’t shake the scent of betadine
If I dream of you in shades of blue and overtones of shame
Dream of brake failure and bullet wounds and brine
Well, then we both know who to blame

I know that I don’t cry these days,
Except for the occasional wolf
And I know that time’s the one who stays,
And that you’re the one who took

So if you lent a hand to rake my name
If I see you in the tires slashed and in the broken glass
If it’s thanks to you, merci beacoup, I have to say good game
And if we could kindly settle this impasse
Well, I’ve been practicing my aim