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Pitchers Of Silence

アーティスト:Sage Francis  アルバム:Personal Journals 

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i never held a funeral for that big part of me that died. i need to put these thoughts to rest. i need to find a peace of mind. i need to piece my mind, find a piece of mind to rest in. need to find someone to confide in, and with the rest i need to start restin'. needless to say, i couldn't hide. fifteen grown men shouldn't cry. had i known then what i know now. had i thought now what i knew then... i might still be human with all the little stupid fix-ins. as i fix sins and vixens vick souls, stitch clothes for the characters they play then switch roles. nail me to the cross dress. the holy cloth costs less. i'd toss less if i still had your soft breasts to rest my head on. since you've been gone, i recalled my issues with problems and hate but i can't exactly remember the model or make. now glass bottles break in my death grip. i'm about to take the next quick exit and end this head trip. my bed's stripped of its blankets, comforters, pillows and sheets, but i might have to peel off all my skin to remove your scent in order to sleep. i had my highs and lows. when on top, i let you peek out over my nose. sitting on my shoulders and i suppose if i had a backbone, you might still be here. my skin is filthy... from my lows when you weren't there. but to keep from feeling guilty, i collected the dirt (collected the dirt)...kept it piling up. now mr. feel nothing (mr. feel nothing) saves his tears inside of a cup and he drinks (and he drinks). and he forgets that he's an asshole. jealous of his ghosts and doubts he even has a soul. my secret pleasures have my inner demons gossiping. i'm a ghost writer for the


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