The box I live in only has three corners The paint is peeling and the ceiling is too low I spread myself too thin I raped her birth certificate, we took a wrong turn at a busted pipe The dictator dictates the dictum the way drunk girls look at me Better call the doctor, I feel like I could kill her I can smell you on my finger when she is disabled I spit oil into the sink when she is disabled with every piece of me a lack of change can kill a man Id bury angels for you While youre sleeping in dirty places Im lying through my teeth Infidelity is forward momentum, misguided by nagging insecurities I cant win, the disabled one attacked the panoramic view of my guy I drew straws of fresh fruit from her bith canal Her hair is in my throat The song ends with violins, I havent killed anybody since 1984
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