cycles in and out of morphine hazes. finding spaces in between your floorboards. and i watch the dust move. you'll roll me over, i'll roll my eyes back. and i never slept worse than in your bedroom. get up and answer. i roll over. i roll over and drown. all lost in the black market. to wait in the fix aisle, i roll over. i roll over. time was wasted. more time than i have to show tracks i created when i rolled over. when i rolled over and drowned. all lost in the bedroom. always waiting. when you roll over i find the old shirt you loved from 2009. the old skin i've known is paper thin at home (to the bone).
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