Holy Shit
Pink Turns Blue
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She doesn’t want us to see
She always knew that I would come back
It’s a matter of preparing
She still might have some memories
A good thought to hold on to
And then it might come to life
A new pretentious jargon
Of a weasel concept I tried
Well I tried to
Call this a good hurt
Holy shit
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This is why I absolve my conscience
No one else understand my world
That’s why I'm feeling the slippage
I know there is something about to come, to come
Call this a good hurt
Holy shit
But now I say Ok anyway
Lying quietly on her clean bed
Faces turn into neutrality
Seeking to contain, seeking to control