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There's a boy with a cupcake heart, he's writing down all his bitter memories for the sake of his art and his sanity, someone get this man some self control, stat.
He's stuck in his home, cramped up in his room, with his little brothers working everyday to stuff their mouths with stuff and stuff and stuff and stuff.
He's got his work boots on, he's got his mind set straight in his little cage, like a lovebird phase, if we don't know his safeword then he won't be okay and that's how it goes,
he wants to be comfortable and satisfied, don't we all, it's ugly and absurd.
Like a poetry cattle call.

I opened up his heart, there was just a tv, it said it missed me.
Then I stopped watching tv, then I stopped watching tv.
Then that television wrote me a song,
So vacant and wrong.
It had textures like fingernails and prongs,
but it sounded like a blur.

I speak like a three page essay,
I copy and paste love,
I advertise professional forgiveness
But I can't forgive anyone
I speak like a three page essay,
I copy and paste love,
I dream in HGtv,
and I'm the tree by the sweet little cottage screaming:
"Oh, Why can't I breathe? Why can't I move?"

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from Broken Samaritan and Needle​-​hand Pedestrian, released November 3, 2012

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