Surgeon.Surgery.Funeral(rough draft)
Surgeon.Surgery.Funeral
Our velvet skin tears so easily
in these ultraviolet windshield wipers
I want you to read this a million times
the ballad of a boy noone cared about
between sunsets I invent new ways
for things to break
the things we believe in are
only distortions of our fragile
reality
Science fails us once again
take another sip of your cyanide martini
drive ten miles faster for me
maybe we can crash this car before
sundown
call the surgeon
we need an operation
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My heart is on strings and wires
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