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You're the ribbon
Around my wrist
Whose purpose
Is to remind me
Of the sadness
And how to get through it
But how can I when I
Don't even remember it?
I'd never recorded it
Like a nightmare
Turned into a dream
A figment of my
Imagination
That tumbles down
The drain
And leads to
The bottom of a
Swimming pool
With butterflies
Resting on top
Until someone
Kind enough
Cruel enough
Skims them off
To be forgotten
Pushed away
And never remembered
Because they were never
Recorded
Important
Because when you
Drown out your days
In wine
Its all just bitter
Why not add some sugar?
Trip over your own feet
Trying to remember the song
You heard from
God knows when
Words never recorded
In the middle of the night
When the music is
Far too loud
But still can't drown
Out the bad thoughts
That stretch as far
As the universe
In tiny strings
That come together
Wrapped around my neck
And guess who put it there?
Walking down the silent street
With footsteps echoing alone
And almost sound
Like the song
That's been stuck in
My head since always
But still not quite right
And you're the shadow
That follows behind
Even when the sun goes down
Because shadows are far
More frightening
At night
They whisper
And scream
But all they say is
"I'm not afraid"
Just figments of my
Imagination
Like dead butterflies
That dance around me
While I sleep under the trees
Some greener than others
And fallen to the ground
Because they drowned out
Their bitterness
With sugar
Good at the time
Even if you'll kill me
Later on
And I'd let you
Will you?
Let's dance down
The drain together
To the bottom of
The pool
And push me against
A wall and held
By my neck
"I'm not afraid"
Because the wall is
My sense of security
That I'm afraid to leave
Can we paint it
The colors of the universe?
And the trees that fall over
With too much sugar
Its okay,
Don't be afraid
Let's tie ribbons around
Our necks
And never forget
Because we never
Recorded it
We'll never remember
No matter how hard we try
How much sugar does it take
To make us fall asleep
Beneath the greener
Trees?

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