Effort halted
Jesus, you broke your finger
(you know I can’t play without a guitar string
C’mere, kitty kitty)
Point out how I don’ t realize
fireworks and shit mean somethin
Now…
That you can’t point right.
I mean it’s not like there’s some
Icing on that fuckin cake
That you baked yesterday for your sister
That I ate
Your sister, I mean
That I ate
And can’t get the taste out my mouth
Now that I’ve come to know
What a mirror is for
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