i woke to birds, so the morning felt like summer, as did my armpits.

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you knocked on her door,
she's that kind of girl,
carries nothing in her pockets but a
picture of herself made of glass.
she cries about war,
she's got a room full of pills,
i've got all the empty bottles on a shelf.

i thought i knew it all,
wrote it out on the wall.
i thought i knew it all,
wrote it down when you called.

i fell on the floor,
you sat on my chest,
pushed your tendrils in my sockets
like a worm eating under the grass.
i swallowed the phone,
bought a new pair of gloves,
fell in love and drowned in the tub.

i thought i knew it all,
wrote it out on the wall.
i thought i knew you all,
didn't expect the fall.

you knocked on her door,
she's that kind of girl,
carries nothing in her pockets but a
picture of herself made of glass.