scars from reverse theology by mordecai, bring the water

aren't you tired of circles what are you a monk?
do you think it's karma that everything is still fucked?
i met the buddha on the road and strangled him to death
so let's get drunk and listen to rise against

let's compare scars as we lose our clothes
yours make the pollock to my rothko
a kneecap shattered when i was only five
across your ankles and up your thighs

no don't look at them you say as you change your mind
like it's a flaw like i could love you less if i tried

let's get dressed and bury that body
keep me company while i dig the hole
in some place dark and rotted
maybe it'll feel like home

and when i get tired lay with me in the dirt
sing the hip with me or talk like we used to
of the places we'll see the things we'll do
cause i'm so tired of this shit, i just wanna be in your earth

i know you don't know and yeah i don't know either
but why the fuck can't we not know together?
life is too short for games and fate is a spook
why the fuck are you so afraid of being loved?

let's compare scars as we lose our clothes
yours make the pollock to my rothko
a kneecap shattered when i was only five
across your ankles and up your thighs

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