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Hold my picture close, or maybe don't
As you brace yourself for what's bound to be the most
Tragic goodbye that I've ever wrote
I'm a hypocrite at best, an alcoholic trainwreck
Barely fit for the shoes of a man
That I found in a bargain bin

I should have just let you in

I don't know who the hell I am anymore
I paint the words I've grown to regret
On the back of our bedroom door

And it always stays open
So you can't see what I wrote when
I thought i gave up
I can't keep my f*cking mouth shut

Our postures fold and you set to stone
As you pack your bags to venture out into the unknown
There's a lump in my gut, and a knot tied to the back of my throat

I'm a disaster, I'll attest
A psychedelic panic
A collective of mistakes
And a temper that I never learned to manage

I embody abandonment

I know I should be better
This is a storm you shouldn't have to weather
But I can't do this alone
I'll never learn to fly without my feathers