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[stereo_xero]

Waiting for the last ounce to drain
for this splatter-piece to run free
and my body becomes a billboard
of you insecurity
the bottle of a wedding day
remains in your pilow case
and every night you bleed a little more
painting yourself new dreams with anexiety
you draw the perfect me
and wake up beside no one
you dream the perfect romance
and scream daisys when you awake
those thoughts sit outside your door
they watch you while you sleep
hiding the bodies you leave behind
cant you feel that smell?
cant you hear them cry?
this world is a victom of your imagination
this relationship is a victom of your perfection
this life is a victom of your ignorance
this body lays lifeless for you