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Words fail her Why bother trying to pass off your offense as a good defense? he says, "Please don't treat me like a lawyer sweetie, There will be time for shouting matches." So he writes - last option. Keeps him cornered in. The need for more stays pressing, But he can't force the pen. For every blot of ink a word is lost (pierced skin/new melody) And if these lines stay blank, they'll lead to no where. She starves for attention. He has hungry mouths to feed. Dietary habits seen [to her] As born of apathy. She starves for attention. He has hungry mouths to feed. Emaciated, both will dream Of times they felt less empty. Under his breath: "Like guests and presidents, His words were not welcome where they could not stay." Their arguments plotted concentric circles Ending up bulls-eyes over his ribcage. He starves for attention. She has hungry mouths to feed. Dietary habits seen [to her] As born of apathy. He starves for attention. She has hungry mouths to feed. Emaciated, both will dream Of times they felt less empty. I need to believe in these dripping organs sutured to my sleeves. I want to scream with every dream [out loud] you'd never dare to breath. Two, four, two, four. I can't breathe Two, four, two, four. I cannot breathe She starves for attention. He has hungry mouths to feed. Dietary habits seen [to her] As born of apathy. She starves for attention. He has hungry mouths to feed. Emaciated, both will dream Of times they felt less empty. |