the method actor,
the man behind the wall with the pistol and the rose
I took her home
I bandaged her wounds and brought her to a climax inside her house, and left
silence hanging in the air like cigarette smoke
I leveled up, and leveled off
it seems you've been sinking for years now, and I was the only thing holding you up
four letters, in your skull like fireflies
avoidance avoidance,
brick up the windows and the doorway,
the truth is what you say it is.
the ghost of my tongue will hang inside your thoughts forever
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