when the blade of your tongue
cuts the arch of my back
and London falls
All around us
I won't rebuild
just lie in ruin
like the last time he and I made love
instead of making peace
he left me sobbing
dripping like a question mark
so full of [beg]
and I still wonder what he knows about drowning.......i scratched our records but hopefully they'll just repeat all the good parts
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