ever wondered why your white pages turned black?
ever thought about investing in a pack?
did you really think you could use your hands?
or did you really think I was gone,
lost to the sands?
you're gross,
terrible
an' tall
and I want you to feel that way,
want you to feel small.
I won't forget your tongue twisted sins
that made you blush
and write a shitty poem.
I'm just waitin' for when this begins,
so I can tear your lips off
and make your fingers go numb.
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