i mask so fine the brittle hinges
the hand that sweeps it letters and the voice says to me
a window opens, i forget time moves i'm writing just to you
tell me i'm not insane. i think about a day & realize i am hardly
i was wearing this mask all the time for you
i'd cease to live but there's the pain, i'd have to hand it all to you
i think maybe you feel the same
instead we write these routes to clues
tell me you understand the song: under every gesture i was wrong
[don't say this part out loud]
i must be in love with suicide because it's all i think about
be in love with suicide it's all i think about
in love suicide it's all i think
love suicide i think
[EXIT]
to pull her up to speak [we must] be that sick, we must be that sick
tell me how you border the safety of a mind always at work to undo
so you talk to me about love,
she doesn't exist her[e] i couldn't feel i t anyway
and now you couldn't hear me too
there was nothing i could write that would ever reach into you
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