kt's scars

I think kt's scarred up
From people who tarred up
And feathered her sweater
Puke-stained and naked on her bathroom floor

The smiles and secrets
That creep through the creases
To feed on the neon
That always glows when it's time to close yr eyes

Mixin' cinnamon within the jasmine swim

And jason is jacked up
On jitters that they cracked up
To taste the same as the airspace
Cotton candy blue on a sunshine afternoon

The pastries and perfumes
That hide in the place you
Hoard boxes of watches
That used to fit snug but now hug slightly limp

Mixin' cinnamon within
Ahhh, yr cute as sin

And amy is achin'
From the scrapes that had taken
Nicole to the tollbooth
To say goodbye without usin' her words



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Writer(s): Christian Rudolph
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