The Clothes I'll Be Buried In

Hand crafted
A shoe box under my bed
Into a cheap casket
I'm laying out the clothes I'll be buried in

Because I want to kill who I was back then
It's not by choice
I'm writing wrongs like a failing author
It's not by choice
I love myself like an absent father
But it's better than nothing



Credits
Writer(s): Stars Hollow
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