Fleshlip

Tossing and turning around

Letters that don't write themselves

Punishment I receive proud

Tossing and turning around

Wake up I realize I've drowned

In this misery you call your town

Your pores seep this current of doubt

I'm tossing and turning so sound

I'm happy to just be around

I'm happy to just be around

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25

I'm out of line

Flesh lip

I take a sip

Formaldehyde

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25

Outta sight

Outta mind

I'll bury it

I'm worried sick

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25

I'm out of line

Flesh lip

I take a sip

Formaldehyde

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25

Outta sight

Outta mind

I'll bury it

I'm worried sick

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Put a word to how you're feeling something abstract

I been contemplating suicide I'm outta racks

I got plenty other sources in my culdesac

I been out of line I told you that I'd I put it back

I could write about you in a million ways

I like when your cuts sting and lingers for days

Out of all of my missteps, my greatest mistake

Don't wish that the pain stopped, I wish that you stayed

Hey how are you, feeling great?

I would say you look the same

But I can't recall your face

That smell is soft and filled with grace

Hey how are you, staying sane?

I'm confused I know that name

It's on my tongue, I doubt today

My brain would stutter, past would change

Hey how are you

Hey how are you

Hey how are you

Hey how are you

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25

I'm out of line

Flesh lip

I take a sip

Formaldehyde

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