Home Is Where You Hang Yourself Songtext
Sign my farewell with the chimes of clock radios 7a.m. sun reveals a failed cherubim dangling from the rafters like a sentimental ghost floating midway between the curse of the sky and you this noose carries what atrophied wings can't don't you want me disenchanted a deader shade of sorry buried from the neck up in a slipknot dragging my feet through the dead air suspended a fallen chair length from the ground when you found me when they finally found me this halo fit my throat I am your contorted angel writhing at a loss for wings swelled tongues tell of brighter eyes a severed spine of better days like the deafened clicks of a blue lipped off the beat pendulum I just wanted to be something more than enough of my God I don't think I'm breathing Jesus Christ when did I stop breathing oh my God I can't hear myself breathing this is all I know of flying my eyes set on you like stains in memory of romance
BIANCHI, MARK
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