Don't fucking say to be patient / this heart is hurt and it's profound / letting these palms / blister and burn / time's a rope / as we lower / this house into the ground. / We'll still bury Grae by Mama Kitty / we'll just use the dirt inside our heads. / How can we learn to count on anything / when everything we want in life is bound to end? / Let our hearts hold to the good parts / and our wounds scar in good looking ways / we wanna love / what we had while we had it / and not carry a scorched memory / for the rest of our days. / I can smell her carcass rotting / from one thousand miles away / but we all know / how a soul / gets entangled / like in the bones and in the bodies of all the punks at VVK. / Let our hearts hold to the good parts / and our wounds scar in good looking ways / we wanna love / what we had while we had it / and in the end we all know / it's the people and not the place...
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