this time next year i'll be three thousand miles from you
and i'm not coming home no matter how you ask me
this time you'll wish that you'd come crawling back to me
an aftertaste so bad you'll wish you'd never had me
so sorry if i'm bitter
but it's my first time ever tasting my own blood
you say you need to find yourself
i hope you find yourself going insane

you said you'd try to make it work
i should have known you never work at anything
i let you touch my heart too many times and now it's bruised
on the floor in front of you
so sorry if i'm bitter
b

One thousand ploughs my heart
Grind on my spine
Fields of flowers sun embraced
Broken by the driven mass

Smiling faces, laughing child
No suffering from your infection
Fir eyour arms from point blank range
The circle is now complete

The things done with eyes of one
Speak of those with forked tongue
Catch the words with molten ears
Let them flee rearranged

Swallow your seeds in trust of you
Ripped by the thorns of the growing flower
You build your throne on tiny straws
Straws you took from other nests

The god inside sees no wrong
The geo is satisfied

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