"you're fucking up, you're fucking up, you're fucking up..."

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i'm crying for you
i'm crying for me
i'm crying for the northern lad
who couldn't see
eyes blinded
my wrists tied
and all my baggage weighing
him down
i thought we'd find a way
but i'm drunk on tears
and in him i've instilled
so many fears
so i lie awake in my bed
lined with dog hair
painfully sober,
painfully aware
waiting for my Romeo
with my legs spread
waiting, waiting...
waiting for him to cut me into stars...
--me

"come see the blood that's in my bed-
come hear the things that nobody talks about-
shut up your mouth-shame on you...shame on me...

come scrub my hands they won't come clean--
come sit with me while the walls press in on me--
shut off that light-shame on you...shame on me..."
---Heather Thompson, Tapping the Vein