Poisonous

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In and out of relationships like doorways
Count to ten
How many people will be left in your wake.

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This household is fucked.

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Run, run, run,
As fast as you can
They'll soon catch me
I'm no gingerbread man.

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You run and run
However far away
Into the darkness of the hedges.
The leaves of your soul
Slowly wilt away
And no matter for which it is
I cannot figure out how to stop it.

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Dear old destiny
Running in place
Growing nauseous from your everlasting pace.
Running in place.

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Can you not see the eyes on your back from the distance?
How they state with daggers of poison and love sickness for your hand?
We were wandering the fields of glory
Before the poison ivy swallowed you up again.

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Wake up.




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