I grew up pretending sticks were little guns.

I would point him at my dad and he'd get mad Cause God forbid I hurt someone

I'd hurt anyone I could Anyone who got too close and

Anyone wouldn't look.

I was born into a 100-year storm.

Foot of ash across Vermont, and in that dark, and in that frost, the heart was cold.

Malcontented and unworn

You were unspent and not unworn

That I'm the trouble ahead That I scream in my sleep

He put a money on red in my short bed at Illusion Street

I keep showing you dogs.

You can't open them up.

Cause it gets harder to see me Closer you try to look

How to sleep, baby, you're the one who said it, you know, you know.

Have you ever stared directly at the sun?

Have you ever shared some closeness so exposed to have it spit back by someone?

So forgive me if I jump.

At the rattle of your keys.

Oh, are you leaving?

No, babe, I'm just waking up.

Now what?

How about staring at the sheet and listing reasons you should pack all your stuff down the trouble of the head?

At a screen in my sleep.

You're putting money on red, but so bad at losing the streak.

I keep showing you dogs that you can't open them up.

Cause it gets hard in the seat.

Close seat.

Try to look.

How to sling feet, baby, you're the one.

How did you knock?

You knock.

I'll be gone so long before the anger comes

I'll be only what you've known of me till now.

Oh, I hope you're moving on.

It's time to travel to bed.

Gotta scream in my sleep.

You're putting money on red.

I'm so bad at losing the streak.

I keep showing you dogs, but you can't open them up.

Cause she gets harder to see me cause she tried to love me.

Hatch they feed, baby, chill the world.

Hatch they feed, baby, chill the world.

God, just let it be.

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