Criminal

We drank too much and passed out in the garden
Indulging all the words we never said
I don't think we knew just what we had started
With words that used to never leave our heads
Photographs and old junk mail on the table
Wishing wells and phone lines in the yard
See me through this lens if you are able
See me before this life turned real and hard

Cold and unforgiving
It feels like I'm living a lie
Do we live or die living?
It feels like I'm living to die

Oooo

Running through my head with tape and chalk lines
Wanting to dissect hypotheses
Dissociation and distraction just to pass the time
A killer on the cusp of being free
I never thought that I would have to see you bleed
And wasted blood is worse than wasted time
If knowing what you have is what you need
Then wanting what you can't have is not a victimless crime

Cold and unforgiving
It feels like I'm living a lie
Do we live or die living?
It feels like I'm living to die

Oooo



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Writer(s): Annie Brown
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