Slick from Cheaters' Rights by Cheaters' Rights

I didn't know what it was when it didn't hit me
colored loaves of the same bread sitting in the window

paper plastic wrappings
I lack a pure body

I hope those insoles that you left out on the coffee table
served you well when you needed them most

fifty-year-old bangs on a rabbit that ran away
oblivious
gleams of something off the surface of the metal, smooth and polished
world without words
I can't taste the wine when it's spilling out your gullet (if you)
laugh, you get burned
I sniff the polish but it's killing me

I TRIED SO DAMN HARD TO MAKE THE MEANING COME TO ME
I DREW AN OUTLINE OF THE SEA BUT IT JUST WASHED OVER THE WALLS
I TRIED SO DAMN HARD TO MAKE THE MEANING COME TO ME
I DREW AN OUTLINE OF THE SEA BUT IT JUST WASHED OVER THE WALLS

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