Brevitary from S/T by Somedaze

Bill wears his skin into the room
We cut him true
Till he is blue
And the machine that pulls us through
We want it to
We want it
But it takes years for us to move
To wallow and die
While you were high out of your mind
You heard the moon
You heard and

Jane was dancing with her hair let down
I laid still and never made a sound
The earth spread thin until our lungs gave out
Bill walked out and with a smile he drowned

We're racing down the street again
Growing so old
Do what we're told
In empty rooms with empty books
Learning to talk
Yearning for
But now we're lying in your yard
Puking our thoughts
Talking to walls
Bill said we all were made for this
It came so quick
I tried but

Jane was dancing with her hair let down
Bill reached out I couldn't grab his arm
The light spread thin I couldn't see the ground
I just laid still
I never made a sound

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