there’s a cigarette
dangling loose in my hand
there’s pain stitched into your skin
like a beautiful crying frankenstein
the side of the road has always felt like home
when you look at me
do you see the future or the past?
soon i’ll thrash myself awake
and i’ll wear your coat until the hem falls apart and the ground caves in
soon you’ll leave for someone else
it’s fine, i don’t think i’ll die
the side of the road has always felt like home
when you look at me
do you see the future or the past?
how could you hate me
when i’m me, and you’re you?
how could you love me
when i’m me, and you’re you, and she’s her?
the side of the road has always felt like home
when you look at me
do you see the future or the past?
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