Set me a place at your table
Let me feed on the salt of your skin
Find me a knife in the drawer now
Your heart, under my love, is so soft
Blade sinks in
Twist out the guiltless, weightless thing
you think you are
Who the hell do you think you are??
Everything, you say, I was your everything, you made
me who I am
You made me memememememe
I made it all about you
Did I have to make it up? Why can’t you come true?
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