Let's hold hands and try not to speak
You broke down and I fell asleep
Leave tomorrow for talking
We rubbed it red and then scratched it raw
Unbroken skin but hollowed 'neath
If I could say to you what I think
I would write it down in verses
Release is bliss, so we hold it in
It's only silence between the curses
If I had a dime for every week
That you came home swinging
Swollen eyes and then puffy cheeks
Please let me cry in corners of rooms
I promise I won't wake the neighbors
If it came down to him or to you
I'd rather piss in the sockets
All the boys went to be girls
That's why we love our mothers
You wake up wet when this dream ends
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