so, you’ve found a place to meet the place across the street, you think you’re gonna save me and i sit on the curb with marksmanship, squint one eye watch you slip. I’ll help you up, yeah maybe
no, can’t you see, you’re not helping me
im wishing worthlessly that i and you don’t make the sense you want it to
i figured that it’d all work out but what got in the way was only me and a quart of gasoline some matches (count them 3) an alibi elecricity
can you smell the heartbreak
can you taste the charred flesh
can you feel the heat sear
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