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stuck

Let the water scald me Melt me down to fit inside a teacup Just so that all I see Is nothing more than fog

Some blankets cocoon me Others only serve to keep the light out Pry your way in without a key And all you'll find is ectoplasm

If you only knew How hard it's been to make it the whole night through There'll always be part of me stuck here There'll always be part of me stuck here

Cloth covers my face I'm not sick, well, I am, it's not contagious though Can't wait for something else to take my place What sweet relief when I realize it's all over

There's nothing else to do Can't go anywhere without thinking "I'd rather be in someone else's shoes"

If you only knew How hard it's been to make it the whole night through There'll always be part of me stuck here There'll always be part of me stuck here

insecticide

Thousands of bugs emerge from my mouth Thrash and flutter and crawl Thousands of bugs all leave through my tongue Until they leave nothing at all

Thousands of legs creep silently Simply littering the wooden floor Thousands of eggs fill the cavity chest Millions more into me pour

Thousands of bugs fly into my ears They burrow deep into my brain If I weren't already rotting away There'd be nothing left but distain

Soon I am left alone on the floor The light glimmers over my spine The bugs burn away, engulfed by a flame But my body will never be mine

By the time you find me I'll be mangled By the time someone comes I'll be dust

open the door

Let me inside your dreams Where I can sleep Silently at peace

Candy-covered clouds A secret shrouds All of the houses

No reason to leave All of our needs Frozen in amber

Help me find a place where I belong Help me find a place where I can last

Hold on tight So our forms will never fade

The pull of entropy stops But we can last the whole night through

I want to stay with you I can't imagine a world without you in it

The dream just goes on and on…….

fingers

It's been a long dream Can't focus Might turn to stone But oh, I will come clean Clean right down to the bone

Oh, when we all rot And there's nothing left in store Will all have been for naught Since we washed up on the shore

I want to feel for you with these Fingers bloated and blue Whispers of ourselves Can do all the things we promised not to do Chained to the briny bottom of the sea Waiting for something new But that something could never be you

I will reach you again If your face is waterlogged If your heart must be cleansed If your lungs are more like a bog

We can bask in the sun Two of us, hand in hand Even though our days are done This is better than what I could have planned

I feel for you with these Fingers shallow and soft Whispers of ourselves Can turn all our darkest secrets to froth Comforting words as we begin to cough We see the clouds float aloft This could never last