lessons learned & all of that
proof of purchase; i swore i said it in my plea
sitting silent still & laying flat
behind the shadows praying at a gnat
shh— the world may see:
see me seeing all the high-gloss shrapnel & debris
yes, i see the blood & bent
i see the way it's leaning with intent
fingers & motives and ploys & taboos
it's just how they say every night on the news
there's nowhere that's far away
it's all next door to where we pray
the running's only gonna get you caught
'cause then they'll know that you have fought
someday you'll fall & they'll know you by a scarlet scrape
'cause you're all the same you know; you're that kind of shape
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