Apple Butter Sunlight
I know its been said, but its true.
And if its true, I'll speak it again.
I've played a song for hours on end.
Just until the words lose their meaning.
Compulsion eating me away.
Why must you stay and haunt me?
I just can't stop writing.
It'll tear me apart inside, I swear...
Fascination in the night sky.
Exploration of the ceiling fan.
Sunrays and dust swirls.
This is where my home is.
Greasy apple slice fingers.
Crack my toes.
I should sleep.
My non-existent childhood's imagination is desperately...
seeking acceptance.
Oh, honey, I should sleep...
I don't mind this.
I'm just as guilty as you.
And a murderer, a thief...
for I am a liar.
You have no idea what any of my ramblings state...
Facades fronted.
Searching for stability.
Lyrical lies.
Answers in the ceiling fan.
Here's the irony,
the contradiction...
I don't know what I mean.
You've seen me laugh.
You've seen me cry.
Dolled up and a complete mess.
You've seen me pout and scream
in insanity.
I'm still the same trainwreck.
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