i hear you say you need a change of scene
the grass over there is much too green
seeped between the cracks, you appear so clean
but now i see exactly who you came to be
and the closet door is shuttering
its banging loose your tinted screen
tacky glue was an afterthought for your beginning
and will be the demise of your routine
well i tried and tried to compromise
excuses left me satisfied
but you were the only one lost within your lies
it was never about the ties
blue was never a good look on you
i noticed black makes you twice removed
your consistency to stare the mirror through
has lost its lust and truth
and time is an awful song of who you knew
so much left will never debut
instrumentals of lyrics you couldn't pursue
who should i make the funeral out to?
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