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I wait.
Talking to shadows in my hands.
Dreaming in a fantasy of milligrams.
Prescribed to me in a picture frame.
To place around the dents in the wall I couldnt mend.
From where I used it to rhythmically bang my head.
Come see our artwork I made!
Invite the neighbors, and be my friend!
Your pity feels like love to me.
It gives me an excuse to be the loser I see me to be.
And where is this wife of mine?
How can I find this bride to be?
If Im trained not to be the me that frankly I dont want to be.
If a relationship requires truth to succeed,
Than truly love, isnt all we need.
-Matt
Talking to shadows in my hands.
Dreaming in a fantasy of milligrams.
Prescribed to me in a picture frame.
To place around the dents in the wall I couldnt mend.
From where I used it to rhythmically bang my head.
Come see our artwork I made!
Invite the neighbors, and be my friend!
Your pity feels like love to me.
It gives me an excuse to be the loser I see me to be.
And where is this wife of mine?
How can I find this bride to be?
If Im trained not to be the me that frankly I dont want to be.
If a relationship requires truth to succeed,
Than truly love, isnt all we need.
-Matt