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LIKE IT WAS THE EIGHTIES & THIS WAS A MOVIE
When I got home she was waiting in her moth gown with a shotgun.
And I was dressed up like a clown, and I was covered in deer's blood.
She was terribly quiet when she finally began to move towards me.
Stepping backwards, I fell like it was the eighties and this was a movie.
My fingers in the safe she's had since she was a kid.
My stomach's in a mason jar she keeps in the fridge.
For my feet she keeps a shoebox tucked underneath our bed.
My heart is in the dumps, enough's enough.
You wanted me dead.
You wanted me dead. And darling, I tried.
Darling, I tried.
Unconscious, I imagined us with our crosshairs on the breeze,
stuffing nothing into nothing, mouths, two runaway trucks.
Mine is yours is love is always on the tips of our tongues,
but I woke up inside the horrible hum of purring machine.
My head is in a cloud she buried back in the pines.
My bones she ground to powder and then turned into wine.
She crystallized my lungs and had them made into lights.
My heart is in the dumps, enough's enough.
You wanted me dead.
You wanted me dead.
You wanted me dead. And darling, I tried.
Darling, I tried.
You wanted me dead.
You wanted me dead. And darling, I tried.
Darling, I tried.
If you put your whole heart into your relationships, and your soul into gifts,
it's a sort of pushing when the doors say pull — it's a risk.
You wanted me dead.
You wanted me dead.
You wanted me dead. And darling, I tried.
Darling, I tried.
DAS - Seattle, Washington, USA
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