prod me

then there were shackles hanging from him
ripping my lungs while your face turned blue
and in that moment i only wanted 
to turn and cuff myself to you

city hall i called you barely a tourist
from a certain perspective it only worsened
if you want to make me clean up my act
just put blood on your skin ill make it there and back

holding onto, into your body
i am, itemized emergency 
i am so spent now that im older i can see
i was meant for you you were meant for me

this type of a night it could kill you
i cant forfeit now or youll die too
spell the right name when you collect catastrophe
i was in the volcano i can do anything

when your mouth moves, mountains
tongue upon you, does it
you payed for the coffee
understand that its not me
sentences pulled from me
taken hold uh-of me
im a dog, you are lovely 
im the mud in the morning

put down your patience and say it right back
no good at this all my love is all bad
you cant change it you stare into my eyes
i did my best and the blame is still mine

fear prod. valentinesday

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